sauvages

This is the mean time of year. Think about it.
Trees are dying, shades of crimson, orange, yellow. The days are getting shorter. Clothing is getting woollier
and thought of sitting on a couch with a roaring fire are dominating my mind more and more these days.
Last night I heard coyotes through the late night fog - such a haunting and beautiful sound.

The sun has retreated south, and no longer shines through my large bedroom windows, but sets in the tiny window on the far south west wall. I strain to watch it from my vantage point set over the southern tip of Vancouver Island and dip down below the jagged peaks of the Olympic peninsula.

I am feeling rather ravenous - steak, wine and company would be good medicine.