AN AUTUMN EVENING walk round the Church O’ The Pines woods. A centering walk. A hopeful walk. A walk of deep breaths and the fragrance of fallen leaves, the last golden carpet from the last maple. It held on so long and steadfastly. A blue canoe in a red sunset, the desire to take it out for one more spin. But no, Kathy will have dinner ready soon. The sky darkens, the shadows deepen. But still there is light. From the maple leaves. From the windows of the old cabin, from the last luminescence of the sky. Still there is light. Even in the darkness, it will not go away. And… there is more light to come. I believe it. I believe in the light.