The first cool autumn day brings back memories of walks in the woods, where leaves seem to fall from the heavens, creating a soon-to-be blanket of white. With cautious steps, I venture deeper into the forest, aware that hunters could be nearby, seeking a trophy with questioning eyes.
Chimneys are cleaned, and wood is cut in preparation for the cold winter nights and lazy days spent curled up with a good book. The quiet is comforting, punctuated only by the occasional crackle of a burning log.
The smell of pine mingles with the aroma of cookies baking in the oven, transporting me back to another time spent by a campfire among the oldest pines. But I’m quickly brought back to the present by the kitchen timer announcing that the cookies are done.
As the sun begins to set and the moon rises, I light some scented candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating a soothing flicker that makes me smile.
My eyes grow heavy as I trace the ice crystals on the window, looking out to see a deer whose life was spared today. I whisper a good night to him as I pull the covers up, watching the shadows continue their dance until they can dance no more.
— Mike, 2025
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