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November 19, 2007
The season changed. I drive in the dark now. My senses adjust to illumination only in the tunnel of road through the woods -- that fast deer, waddling porcupines, and distractible possum and raccoons have the need to cross in the evening or the early dawn.

The wood stove clicks and the radiant heat on molecules hovering above it wave the lines of the brick wall behind. Now laundry dries on racks, on nails in the beams, and on the stair railing. In the coming months the evaporation of lavender scented laundry soap will humidify the dry cold air of winter.