Brilliant Vanishing // Maine Autumn

Autumn is here. Well, not here, exactly. It was arriving, and here it is already leaving. Unlike its epilogue, winter, with fall there is no static moment where it settles in to stay. Rather, it is the story itself: changing, moving, rising and sighing. Yet for all of its dynamism, it is a quiet season. Amid the bursts of color and sudden shocks of frost are the hushed reminders to not only pause, but stop and…

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Touching the Sky

I had been missing New England so much, especially the White Mountains. I missed the sweet scent of evergreens tall and dense, lining the pulpy earth with their needles. I missed the special quiet that comes with breaking treeline and entering the alpine zone. I missed trails that will simultaneously break your heart with…

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