One day in fall, a day that was already enough, light from the setting sun paused for a moment between crimson and gold. Branches exploded in firelight. Seconds stretched into minutes as the trees rustled ablaze. I watched the fire spread through the stand, birds flitted in and out, amber bees came to and from their hive. Then the sun passed into purple clouds and the fire cooled to a violet glow. I thought, there is no end to the joy in this world nor wonder too much to bear.