Sometimes you find a gift. I spent last Tuesday evening on Brandy Pond with my cousin Jane and her family summering from New Jersey. As the sun started creeping to bed, I took a walk along the water's edge to watch some of the her grandkids frolicking in the evening's fading light. The sunset brought some magical light to the water and the distant dock. It also lit some of the sand at my feet. I was looking at the classic sunset dancing on the placid pond and almost missed some subtle coloring at my feet. What do they say about preserving our wilderness? Leave only footprints?