Cloudy. With the leaves off the trees, and the corn fields reduced to stubble, the vistas of Vermont open up in a new way. The nests of squirrels and birds become visible in the trees. The dark branches of the maples have a beseeching quality as they reach high into the gray November sky.
I watched the trees gradually withdraw, waving their despairing arms, seeming to say to me: "What you fail to learn from us today, you will never know. If you allow us to drop back into the hollow of this road from which we sought to raise ourselves up to you, a whole part of yourself which we were bringing to you will fall forever into the abyss."
Marcel Proust
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