No. 86

The air just as it is now

Good morning.

In October, we call the woods the spooky woods. Bare branches are dark and calligraphic against the sky. Scrapes and rubs of whitetail bucks punctuate the leaf-hidden ground. Long shadows penetrate the understories of old oaks and pulpy basswoods. At night, through the scattered trunks of trees and across the opaque slope of the field, the …