Longing for Hallows

I considered trying some humor today. Writing about the "War on Halloween" or something like that. Yet, all around me leaves are blazing and drifting slowly to the ground. The afternoon light makes the mountains glow like molten gold. I'm in love with this season.It's strange how seductive the season can be. The oranges and golds, the chill in the air, the scent of woodsmoke and the waning light all mean one thing: we are being drawn into darkness. We find this comforting, like retreating into … [Read more...]


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