I feel like I've been involuntarily moving all day, so it felt good to slip under the blanket of night under my own power with Max. Already the approaching cold air is making itself known. The evening sky is veiled under a gauzy wrap of clouds, but I can still make out Orion and The Great Bear hanging above. Max always stops at a certain curve in the road to watch, listen, and sniff, and I joined him tonight, giving up insisting that he move along. The little frogs earnestly chirped behind us as we scanned the darkness beyond. We met several young people out on the road on their own forays in the night. Life moves amidst life, even under starlight.