Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
- E. B. White
in the dark before sunrise,
in the cool october morning,
the hunter's moon is lowering.
i try to catch it in my hand-
but it falls into the lake
as first light breaks
and the hunters’ rifles rise
Sunsets are earlier and dusk light is softer. The dried, wispy grass brushes the sky … sigh…
In just a few days, the weather has turned cold, and the lake is roaring.
October 18, 2022 - Came home to a wild storm after a weekend away. Wind whistling. Trees creaking and bending. Lake Roaring. Terrifying and Exhilarating at the same time.
The power went out around 9 and I woke up at three a.m. worrying. Found a single leaf clinging to the front glass door. A sassafras leaf: like a three fingered hand pressed against the pane.
October 20, 2022 - Trees down and deer worried on the Pier Cove Trail.
In the aftermath of the storm, some things are so much more beautiful, like the trees and fallen leaves darkened by rainfall along the dark dirt road to the Pier Cove Ravine Trail. And here, away from the open air - the wind is a little quieter…
The moon is just a sliver now, and in a few days it will disappear completely, but today i got to see it early in the morning. I remembered why i love mornings outdoors. Darkness. Just me and the trees and the moon, and all the wild animals i can’t see.