A Blustery All Hallow's Eve

The Allegheny Mountains are muted in haze. Only the faint silhouette of blue ridges shows through the shroud. Most of the brilliant foliage that I reveled in has fallen from the trees covering the hills up behind our house. The woodland lends a sort of secretiveness to the valley and the mountains. I can well imagine how the tales of 'haints' and wandering spirits grew out of these misty hollows and remote ridges. It's easy to feel secure snugly tucked by the fireside with a steaming bowl of...