Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

dry, melting slowly against my skin before disappearing into the wool of my glove.

I looked up at the sky, which had turned the dark, heavy purple of late autumn.

Another flake fell, landing on the gray wood of the chopping block near the shed.

I carried the armload of wood back toward the cabin, my steps slow and deliberate as the snow began to fall continue reading …