Implications Byron Hoot More rain, more wind, colder, more leaves have fallen, more light now though the trees less shadowed. There is an art to being seen through, knowing when to discard what blocked the light the way leaves do. The trees themselves refuse the penetration of light, but the leaves give over to the revelation of falling and rising. Which is a form of beauty, begs the question: How can we be more like leaves, like trees, the sun? The implications staggering. . .