Late last summer my wife, Nikki, and I headed down to Middlebury Market for our last creemees of the season. She got a kiddie twist. I got a classic vanilla, small. No sprinkles. We wandered up to Twilight Hall and sat in the grass overlooking the town gymnasium. It was an exceptional afternoon. The sun was shining low in a deep blue sky and a sharp breeze reminded us, sitting as we were in the cool shadow of humble Twilight, one of the most beautiful buildings in town, that fall was near.