It has rained for days. The mornings have been slow to dawn. The landscape is dark under the wet shadow of clouds. The Queen of the Night is approaching, and the forest, once ablaze with a welcome for her, will soon surrender. The oaks will lay the last of their russet flags upon the Earth. She will come and take from the forest and field what she wants. The deer put on their gray coats. The geese herald her coming. We can either flee or shut our doors tight, but we must prepare, we must acknowledge her coming. To ignore her is to ignore life itself.