August 13, 2000

My stay, however brief, has come to a close, and the cabin is silent except for a drip into an empty bucket. Clouds outside swallow up the mountains and freeze them in their belly. One week left in these gorgeous mountains.

The summer is gone, fall creeps in clutching the ragged tendril of a beaten goretex parka. Apple cider, maple leaves and the promise of a cold winter. Ah, New England and a tinge of romanticism races through my bones.

Enjoy People,

Ned

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