The sun was here earlier. As I happened to glance out a northeast-facing window late this morning, the sun fell out of broken clouds – maybe that’s how they broke – down the field in front of me, through some trees at the bottom of the hill and up the side of the facing hill, a clear-cut spread of 20 acres of former woods. The light against the shattered clearing was beautiful for a moment, but, of course, since there were no trees, there was runoff – the sun ran off.