Night falls quickly in mid autumn here; the extended twilight – so sublime just three months ago – barely remembered.
Now, there’s a chill in the air before the sun even sets, and we readily head indoors – to light and warmth – ceding the dark to what roams the nighttime vastness of northern New England.
But oh our wild hearts! And so we are bound, to pause at the door, and reach back to the landscape, for all those things a hearth and home simply cannot contain.