The sun goes down quickly up here in the mountains. It’s dark by five o’clock.
There’s mist most mornings, covering everything, leaving the ground wet.
You can smell a clean, mineral-y smell when it rains and, often as not, there’s a rainbow once the sky clears.
The deer are everywhere just now, rutting and feeding up for the winter. The other day I saw turkeys, big and beautifully-feathered.
Meadows have turned a dozen shades of brown, and gold, and grey. They’re beautiful.
Up in the highlands, there’s snow on the ground.
I hope you are finding some time to be out with the land.
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