(By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb-more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here-andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven't been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.)