And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and
Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless
Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air:
It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies;
It is the changing light of fall falling on us.
~ Edward Hirsch
on a clear and frosty Thanksgiving morning
bundled up in heavy layers
we took our traditional hike on the nearby lake trails.