There are many things to love about this time of year in this place — the cool nights, the dry air, the blue, blue sky– the relief from hot summer — I love them all. I especially love the changing of the trees. There’s a flame red one at the corner of my street, and our own maple has a far-off edge of yellow. In the mass of a line of maples not far from here, one yellow one reveals itself against the green of its neighbors. I just love that. I see it as a metaphor. We’re all out there, standing, walking, working, driving around in masses and bunches. We’re part of the crowd of humanity, and yet we have our own edges.