The days have been sunny and warm of late, and so the biggest clue that fall has arrived is simply that the moisture is back. A gentle dew darkens the toes of my shoes on the walk across my yard in the mornings; ribbons of mist lick at the trees between the highway and the …
“upon a hyll stands a treow but this treow it has no stics no leafs […] abuf the tree flies a raefn below it walcs a wulf and deop in the eorth where no man sees around the roots of the treow sleeps a great wyrm…” -Paul Kingsnorth, “The Wake” In Coast Salish creation stories, …