Article 18

Yesterday morning, we headed out into the woods. It was cold, damp and rainy... yet the fallen leaves combined with the still-unfallen foilage filled the woods with a muted, pumpkin-hued glow. We saw no sign of the many chipmunks and birds, deer and squirrels that we had seen a few days earlier... all was still and quiet.

The raindrops clung to the branches like so many strands of pearls, as if they were frozen in time. Yet the colder air hand had only begun to creep in, so each drop remained liquid...

Come this morning, everything was tucked under a comforter of downy snow. And though we knew it was too early in the season to last, we headed back outside to enjoy it before it all melted away...