Yesterday evening before dusk, I took a photo of a street lamp glowing through the branches of a tree. That is an image I see whenever I am traveling from town to town--lamps glowing through treetops, over rice fields, above the roofs of houses. It always gives me a cozy feeling. I try to imagine what kind of people live in the vicinity, what they like doing before nightfall, and wonder whether they know that, as soon as the lamps glow, an entire world of enchantment comes alive.