One fall day, on a day of light rain, I picked up a tree branch with drops of water hanging on its bare branches.
The temperature is now below freezing, but by this time the fall was deep and all the leaves from the tree branches had fallen to the ground. The days of tirelessly walking around the neighborhood are now over. It's unfortunate, but too much time has passed. When I look at what I did, I can't say anything.
I look forward to next year.