Autumn: Of Orion rising, and wild cranberries

I got up early one dark morning last week, intent on walking to my barn office to get some writing done before breakfast. When I do this, I slip out of the front door instead of the back, lest our two dogs erupt in a frenzy of pre-dawn barking. On this morning, I closed the door quietly. Then I looked up. That’s when I saw it.  

There, sparkling above th…