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There is a golden light of late October as the low sun filters through an atmosphere of water vapour, dust particles, and the spores of decaying matter all around us. The last dry beans rattle in the wind. Shadows illuminate different ways of seeing the same view I’ve had all summer. This place feels both out of time and on the knife’s edge of imminent frost. I become a student of weather prediction, guessing how the forecast will play out in the microclimates around the house. Hurried harvests in the failing light precede each close call. Or I wake up in the morning to realize that yet another corner of the garden is wilted and soft.