Late yesterday afternoon we drove into the Berkshires on a hilly, winding road. The pavement was still wet with rain. Fog nestled into the hollows. Trees of every autumnal color were bathed in ethereal light under a pale blue sky where glorious cloudscapes moved.

"There's a city in the sky," Michal said, and there it was: a sunlit, layered gathering of rectangles, triangles, and circles of silver, white, gray, and black--an art-deco downtown floating above one mountain.

Time opened up. Every curve brought forth a new world of beauty and we did not grow weary of marveling.