The world is tipping towards darkness, where the moon, when she’s not covered with clouds reigns, and Orion throws his thigh over the eastern horizon. He mounts the sky when we are doing chores, though I’ve seen him tipped and bright out our bathroom window at 2 a.m. on nights I work at falling back asleep. Sometimes we hear an owl in the tree outside our window, her song a low, mournful, otherworldly bass.
Katie - I love this perspective on Fall and the coming Winter and the photos are so beautiful and go perfectly with our words :)