There is such a winter day. When the poor painter rekindles his will to life because of the last leaf left in winter, her friend says, “Honey, look out the window, look at the last cane leaf? Do you not wonder why the wind is so strong and it never shakes and moves? Ah, darling, it is Behrman’s masterpiece - he paints that last leaf there at the night when the last leaf is falling.