Counting down...from where I'm at, only 223,200 minutes, or 3,720 hours, or about 155 days. Hope springs eternal. Of course this is based on an average of conventional weather cycles aggregated over many years. However, standing assumptions are increasingly unreliable in the context of climate change and the cycle of extreme events we are in. But we contend with what may be. More importantly, 40 days ago at this very moment I lost a dear friend and comrade, a young man of the woods--my son-in-law, age 32--who was killed instantly by a deer that leaped from the ditch and came through the windshield. He was on a salmon fishing trip near Ludington, Michigan. Change is a fundamental law of existential reality. We must each continuously adjust and adapt in rhythm with the change around us, although at times more is required of some than of others. I'll be compelled to make more profound adjustments in the coming year than past ones but am reminded of how precious the moments we have are and must be. That now said, autumn and winter will bring more change. And though nothing is certain I'm starting to think about and feel the coming of spring and tug of the woods. In a peculiar sort of way the season is always on.