The night is quiet and the cool breeze goosebumps the skin, the midnight sun fades to dark as the season ages, the feeling of being in-between is unmistakable, for even as the honey bees search the dried flowers in the daytime and the spiders curl into the corners away from the sun, the night holds the promise of change coming slowly but certainly. It was another very productive day at work while I continue to check things off our vacation list and keep counting down to the wilderness.