We have trees and small wooded areas near our own home, but nothing like this cabin in the West Virginia woods; even at the sunniest of times, that golden light filters through millions of leaves at their greenest peak, casting a viridescent shade over everything. Without the many picture windows this lovely house in the woods features, it would be dark indeed within its wood-sided walls.
And this morning the smell of smoke threaded the chilly gray-lit skies when we woke up. Those Canadian wildfires had caught up with us again. I am no sun-worshipper; summer is not my favorite season, but this year June has been so cool and smoky and rainy that, as the month ends, I am missing the light.
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