the forest had changed so much in just a few days. new smells, lots of mushrooms, autumn had fallen all over. lingonberries are turning red, and i picked the first funnel chanterelles when it's not even september yet! august seems to have gone by in a blink, though. next time i look i bet there'll be snow.
i lit all the lanterns hanging in the apple trees, for no one to see. the night was star-bright but still warm.
i waited in vain for a shooting star. heard a deer or a monster stumble somewhere nearby, in the dark. people were celebrating the end of boating/cottage season with fireworks and bombs, i saw the sky glow, flashing and fading.
i think i still have one more moosefly in my hair...
