I'm writing this Saturday night surrounded by dark forest. The sky is cloudy, what little I can see. Only the brightest stars are struggling through.
Autumn has dropped in for an early visit. I know it won't last, but the breezes today and groaning trees don't seem to understand. It's downright cold, and the campfire won't help you unless you're very close and the smoke gets in your clothes. Ever notice how smoke smells different in cold air? It's such an annoyance in the summer. It mixes with the mud and bug spray and constant sweat. But in the cold, smoke is a friend, like the spirit of leaves gone crisp and brown. Tonight we'll have the blankets pulled up high.
In little over a week (August 22nd), my short fiction contest with Anne Frasier will begin!! Please help spread the word next Tuesday with a short mention and link on your own blogs. We'll have more fun, more camaraderie, and MORE PRIZES. We'll be celebrating the imminent release of Anne's new book, Pale Immortal, and autographed copies are included in the prizes!
I thought I'd leave you with a funny little mountain moment. I wasn't satisfied with the coyote picture I posted recently, so I set up for another try. No luck, I'm afraid, but I did get some mischief for my trouble. A porcupine came along a chewed part of my cable lock. Here's the perp actually heading in for the job!
Good thing he didn't show his face. We could get a solid ID on him then.
Anyway, the moon has just risen over the mountain range in the north. It's not quite full, maybe in a couple more days.* It's eerie how you look up and see brilliant white through the leaves.
Hope you're all having a good weekend. And a restful night.
(P.S. New to my blogroll--the powerful poetry of The Alcoholic Poet.)
*Oops! Jade pointed out that somehow I missed the full moon, and it's actually waning. Thanks Jade!! I hate when I make a lunar faux pas!