The short dark days of winter are gone, sledding and school, hot cocoa and wet mittens have given way to the long bright days of summer. Winter days that ended gathered around the wood stove reading stories of far away and long ago have merged into late summer nights sprawled on the trampoline  tracing constellations with our fingertips and warm evenings spent roasting marshmallows while telling tales of the “Wendigo”.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Barely sleeping, running barefoot and wild, exploring the world as only a child can. Soon, too soon, these magic twilight days will be gone and down forgotten paths we’ll search one last time, returning home to wish on the first star of the evening and again gather around the wood stove to tell tales of far away and long ago, to dream of other things and summer that will come again.



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