This is another
version of a scene that I loved gazing at this summer. It was that time in the
evening when there is still light at the horizon and bats and barred owls
flutter and glide overhead. It felt like
an autumn evening, maybe one close to Halloween when, “from the world of
spirits there descends a bridge of light, connecting it with this, o'er whose
unsteady floor, that sways and bends, wander our thoughts above the dark abyss”
(Excerpt from “Haunted Houses” -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 – 1882).
Happy Halloween!
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