The moon came back around to reflect its waxings on our curious leaf quest. A pilgrimage to the tunnel of trees. It's always good to get back to the beach. Swirling flatwoods have a way of setting up the horizon and that is why we do it. To carouse with the disco owls and howl at the loons. Sneaking glances at that devilish mirror ball, we rekindle the spirit of autumn through Foilage Fest and lay rest to a most memorable couple of seasons.
