In the spare hope of learning time, arriving to know, the radical in the world is some word left stray. We try the impact and the discussed angle. Bending light plays the tree and rock. A moon of obvious ocean shines until autumn. Autumn becomes the next plant, next stream, next fox in scurry. Today the autumn of fall, gracious just for coolness, shows a transit in the love of today. The town moves us to move.