The weather cleared last night, and the air has turned to crystal. The stars early this morning were astonishing. And I have my stove going now. It amazes me how every new season makes me feel that this is the season – that I wasn’t really at the cabin, that I didn’t really know pleasure, until now, that my wood stove is going and the leaves are turning. Each season brings this feeling all over again. I’ll think it when the snow falls, and I’ll think it again when the leaves bud in spring.