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October 8, 2008
Fall falls upon us, time changes, light fades before moving to its winter rest. The eyes discern the fading light, but may not notice the gentle subtleties. Drive I-84 east at 8:00 PM in October to mile marker 200. A glow that looks like a muted night light extends briefly from the horizon. The glow is almost celestial in appearance. It is lights fading breath as it moves toward its winter hibernation. Drive there in January and the darkness envelopes your vehicle in a cloak of blackness. The horizon is a void, your headlights barely carving a path to follow.