Fall is the season of letting go. There’s a wistful resignation these days, an understanding that I can’t hold on to everything. The welcoming morning light is now reduced to a distant glow on the horizon. The long evenings with crickets chirping and the smells of the day hanging in the air are now sucked into the night. Evenings on the deck in short sleeves are giving way to sweaters and socks indoors. It’s time to let go. After a week of covering... Read more