I've always thought autumn is a moody season. Here in the Adirondacks the emotion runs deep. It feels as though the hush in the air is caused by the animals and humans, hunkering down for what they know is coming: cold, snowy days and long, dark nights.
I wonder what the people that lived here years ago felt like when they prepared for the winter season.
We take for granted the warm beds, heated rooms, and artificial light we have out our disposal. Only those hardy enough to withstand the isolation, the cold, and unforgiving snowstorms survived here.