The rain has passed, and the stars have emerged above the cold world. The lawn crunches slightly when trodden upon. Still damp, the pavements gleam with dim reflections. Today could bring blue sky and crisp air, and tonight the half moon will appear. A few more leaves will fall, opening a bit more distance. The world enlarges for approaching winter. Any day now, I expect the vaster air to fill with the honking of geese as they fly south, following the freshened streams flowing into the valley marshes. I shall don another layer of clothing, and welcome the declining days.