Observer: Eloise Bacher
Date: 25 October, 2008
Time: 2100-2120
Location: The back porch of my house.
Weather: Windy, cold.

The temperature has dropped a lot since it became dark, and everything became both louder and more still. The only sound I hear is the wind, but everything else seems to be holding their breath, like they’re all listening to it. The main noises to indicate it’s windy are the rustling of leaves, but there’s also the occasional click of branches together that always reminds me of bones or deer antlers (although those are also bones…). The sky out to the west is a bluish purple, but that’s fading fast into black. The lights in the valley are becoming more evident as the sky gets darker, and it’s disheartening to see how far they’ve spread, from being individual clumps of light to massing together to spread across the whole valley. It doesn’t quite compete with the Portland lights, which we can’t see from our house, but it’s close in terms of how it lights up clouds at night. There aren’t any right now, but if there were they would be pink or orange, and stay like that all night long. I can see a bat skitter quickly across the sky, and disappear momentarily into the forest.