by Patrick Appel
TNC is still out in the woods doing his best Thoreau impression:
I took my first night-walk last week–no flashlight and no company. I would not exaggerate my courage. The moon was a fertility god, stout against the black blanket of sky. In many places I could not so much see the road, as an almost shadow of the road–a strip more blueish than black. But when I looked up, I could see the tops of trees swaying in the night-wind, marking the borders. And so I walked most strange–learning the earth, by sighting the sky.
The Dish 