It's fall in Washington, D.C. The days are cooler, the nights cold, and the wind picks up and deposits leaves to the ground. This painting by Albert P. Lucas reminds me of the weeks that lie ahead for me. With eighty trees hanging over my house, raking those leaves in a stiff breeze has often been a study in futility. But each year I do it. And, given the frenetic quality of my normal day, I use the time to push myself a little closer to nature.