Ah yes, autumn is upon us. The days are getting shorter and the nights crisper, the sun that we took for granted is now sweet on the skin, like a lover we know is about to leave us. The air holds a hint of rain and the delicate, earthy scent of leaves turning to mulch, the wind is heavy with those fallen leaves and the distant, honking sound of the loon echoes over the hills with a distinctive, "You people suck! Validate me!"
Thank god for hunting season.