The First Day of Fall
(Sun Series #3)
There are tinges of futile darkness in the air that bring to mind a long cold hike we took years ago, one October afternoon, to gather wild ginger west past the elk pasture. The clouds thickened and it began to snow, to snow hard enough that we lost our bearings and walked almost in circles as the sun went down and the winds picked up. This time, will our car turn over when we finally get back to the start?