Feels like hunting season

Although it was the middle of July, the breeze carried with it the promise of fall and all that entails. And like a warm zephyr on a cool night, it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

I was filled with a feeling of dread that hunting season was starting without me.

I’ve had that dream before, but this time I was awake, fully aware of what time it was and it wasn’t time to go hunting.

“Feels like hunting season,” I said to my wife.

“Kinda does, doesn’t it?” she replied, not looking up from the book she was reading.

I’d risen from my chair on the patio to look aroun...