The darkening wood beckons,
the encompassing silence
a cloak
woven with starlight
and owl wings
Each step, a feeling
forward into the gathering
night
~ from The Unwavering Harmony of Being
by E. Liles
[unpublished manuscript]
The first time Victor and I ever visited Lost Lake in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest, we arrived after dark. In near silence we set…