As if I am a voyeur, I see a tall black man standing in my uncle’s backyard. (My deceased uncle’s name is Matthew). The man is standing under a large tree (an oak or sycamore, though no mottling on trunk) and he is dressed in a brightly colored suit (either primary blue or purple). The sun is shining. It is obviously spring or summer, given the color of the suit. Suddenly there is an abrupt change in the weather. It begins to snow.
The scene changes . . .