Where has this beautiful sunny autumn day with its sparkling colors gone? As I sit alone in my miserable hut, my attention is drawn to the night which has come. It was such a fine evening that I forgot to return to the village in time. And what is worse, I didn't see the full moon rise and now it is so high it must have come up some hours before sunset. It was there all the time. First as an unimportant white circle, weak as a cloud, a celestial danger sign so faint that few were perturbed. Then as a yellowish disc of moon-faced deceit and false urgency. Finally, as a strong ghostly white infernal ball with the sneering message that I am too late. I am alone now in the forest and cannot leave here until the sun's return.