The Shadow Trees

The Shadow TreesI'm not sure what brought me to the window at that particular time on that particular time on that particular evening. On a cool October dusk, I wandered to the living room window of my big old Maine farmhouse and looked out to the field that led down to the Morneau River. There, by a line of trees, was a group of men.I immediately stepped aside, so that I wasn't silhouetted in the window. Except for as small light by my reading chair and the flicker from the fireplace, the room...