… the farther from the path.
So goes a bit of ‘Into the Woods’ and as there is no more enchanting time to be in the woods than the fall, let us take a moment to pause at the start of a little journey that will bring us from October all the way into November by way of All Hallow’s Eve.
It is whispered among those who whisper about such things that the veil between the physical world and the spirit realm is thinnest at this time of the year. If you believe those tales, you may be prone to flights of fancy, the flotsam and jetsam of fairy stories, and precisely the sort of hexed writings you may stumble upon in the next few days.
For now, though, there is only the perfect beauty of the start, because only at the start can there be any hope of perfection. We will stumble and we will fall, and the only thing we can hope for is a big pile of leaves to blunt the impact.
