Then midday the shift happened. Rain and cold erased the cheerfulness of the morning weather. At dusk a white full moon rose over the half barren trees, and mountaintops, and the sky was crisp and windy from the hurricane churning off the coast.
We lit the first fire of the season right on cue tonight. And I sat in front of it thinking about my family and friends that will be in the path of the storm. Thankfully, there is something soothing and peaceful about a woodstove.