到现在为止，早晨的阳光就在地平线上了，它像我旧社区房屋之间的侧脚一样来到我身边。我遮住了眼睛。这是10月初，已经有成堆的叶子被推到路边的叶子上，而不是我从秋天开始的秋天所记得的。我认为您一段时间没有回家的时候最想到的是树木在记忆中生长了多少。
(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.)