• The Friday Muse

    The Friday Muse – Her Lantern’s Light

    Auburn-colored leaves whirled through the brisk October air, landing across the cobblestone streets and wooden porches of New Haven.The scent of burning wood puffed out of the town’s many chimneys, and a waft of pumpkin scents flitted out of Marple’s candle shop, filling the town’s main street with a sweet and all-too-familiar aroma. Lantern in hand,the townspeople of New Haven stood along the main street, huddled together for warmth (and out of fear), shoulders touching, a low murmur bubbling through the crowd. It was Lantern’s Light, and everyone from New Haven was there. Ms. Maple from the general store. Reginald Gourd from the smithery. Angus, the potter who move to…