The nights are marching against us. Each day now, we shed two or three minutes of daylight. And yet, September remains one of my favorite months. I appreciate the cooler mornings and warm evenings. The dust of summer has settled, and a clarity has come to the sky. In the last two weeks, a blush of yellow and orange has appeared on trees and brush at higher elevations.
I
understand that we are crawling toward the blowing snows of winter, but for
now, give me these days when I can warm myself by a campfire and think about
what Buckminster Fuller said: “Fire is the sun unwinding from the tree’s log.”
Give me the creeks running clear, and the smaller critters scampering around me
as they work to fill their caches. Finally, give me the autumn moon. Never as
warm as the sun, this moon, but ever faithful and mild.
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