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about late fall in New England are the cold, crisp, clear nights. One of the things I hate about living in this part of the country in the fall is that it starts getting dark around five o'clock.

A cantankerous old New Englander once said.

"Nothing like winter in the North East where the sun comes up at 10 AM and set's at noon!"

There I was driving up Rt. 187 from East Granby heading north toward Suffield, Ct. It was about 5:30 or so. It was a particularly cold evening too as I remember. The radio said that the temperatures were going to drop into the thirties and there was a frost warning. As I veered left off of Rt. 187 onto North Stone Road, right where that old, dilapidated tobacco barn is set back into that unused hayfield, I saw someone who appeared to have been walking along the road, scurry off to the left where the field grass is about knee-high. Two things struck me as odd. The first was, where could this person be going? There's nothing off that side of the road but that old abandoned tobacco barn.

The second thing was that this person wasn't wearing any sort of protection from the cold.

I slowed down, powered down my window and asked if there was anything wrong. This "person" turned toward me and I could see it was a girl. She was about thirty feet or so away and she looked scared and confused. I opened my door and slowly crossed the road to her side.

"Are you ok?" I asked. "Do you need a ride?"

As I took a couple of steps toward her I could see that she was shivering.

"Could I call someone for you ?" I asked. I took my cell phone out so she could see it.

She stole a fleeting glance toward the barn, took a couple of steps away from me and stumbled to her knees. She put one hand out on the ground to steady herself but couldn't seem to get back to her feet.

Walking toward her slowly, I circled around so that I would be in her line of sight as I approached.

"Do you need help? Do you need to use the phone?" I asked while holding out the cell phone again.

I took a couple of more steps towards her and she looked up at me. I stopped walking towards her at that point and looked at her in amazement. I don't quite know how to describe it now but her eyes were like green glass. Oh, I've seen colored contacts. I've seen bright blue eyes on dark haired, dark skinned people. I saw light brown, almost tan colored, eyes on a black girl in New York City last year. My good friend's wife, Sherry, whom has had the prettiest blue eyes as long as I've known her, had bright green

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