When I look at you, your terrifying light penetrates deep into my brain, forcing me to avert my eyes a few seconds later and stare elsewhere for a long time until my vision returns to normal. At night, you make me pull double layers of curtains to prevent becoming a casualty of my own moments of escaping the world. But one question, given your height and your hiding among the tree leaves, which the wind moves, if someone is cold, does getting close to you warm them? Or are you just a useless light?