The sun shines into the wood, trying in these last days to brighten the way, but misguidedly creates as much shadow as light. This is the way of autumn. Autumn too is a bridge between one and the other. The light and the dark. They say the veil is thin and I know that this is why my dark sister accompanies me today.

Some said she was as old as time itself and others that she was as new as the morning ocean breeze.  Some said she came from the darkest depths of the ocean. From the places us humans haven't even discovered yet.

Communities knit together again and everyone lives off grid.