Modified: 12/12/2020 10:25:13 PM Shortly before 7 on an early November morning, I stood up from my desk and witnessed a startling sight. High over my desk a picture window faces north-northwest, and my view when I take time to look is trees, hundreds of them. From spring to fall, foliage transforms this forest into a wall; but by mid-October a third dimension appears, and my view runs for a hundred yards or so before it swallows itself. On this particular morning my timing allowed me to see beyond the forest to a distant hill where the first rays of sun painted the ridgeline a flaming gold. This vision lasted just a few seconds. The sun rose a degree or two more, the forest reappeared, the brilliance on the distant hill fused into soft back-lighting, and I was back to “normal.”