The sun’s nearly set and late evening’s long shadows and amber hue stretch deep into the woods. A few meet my steps. Hand hewn half timbers that lead to a gracious porch where timber trusses and a tin roof lit by lantern light host Whitman and Thoreau, laughter and music strummed by heart and played by ear. A warm summer breeze dances through the chimes. The evening’s rain, our lead percussion as peepers join our chorus. A drum beat echoes through the hollow long after the sun’s pardon as we celebrate life, long into the darkness.
-Adam J Steele
