Those evenings you feel that chill in the air, and catch the first signs of color in the leaves. Those evenings when, instead of using the grill, the fire pits are opened, dusted off, and lit.
That’s when wood smoke begins to fill the air. And a calmness seems to blanket everything. That only continues as the nights grow colder.
Those are the nights that call to me the most.
© Sarah Doughty