Our days keep getting shorter, as our summer begins to turn. As long as I can remember, fall has faithfully brought a baptism of dead leaves. I don’t know about you, but I am ready for cold; thick black coffee, fresh back straps and the skyward voices of birds, consulting one another in regards to their migration. In tonight’s dusk you could almost feel it, as if it was just over the horizon.
Unfortunately, these two will not be joining us for our transition into winter.
I have found coyote to be the perfect anodyne to the summer heat.
Unfortunately, these two will not be joining us for our transition into winter.
I have found coyote to be the perfect anodyne to the summer heat.