Meet Me When the Road Ends

"Swift days bled into longer nights. Sunlight grew shorter and shorter and leaves began to tumble to the ground. Tall treetops grew barer with each passing day, lonesome sentinels amongst leaf-filled ravines. The sun's setting moved quickly behind the snow-glazed horizon miles in the distance. As it set, it took with it the last remnants of red that painted the evening sky before blackness. The moon grew fuller still, illuminating the fresh blanket of snow more brightly with each passing second.