Tonight at the old cabin in the piney woods, the air is cold, the moon-shadows dark. Our nocturnal neighbors have been out and about—the Great Horned Owl vocalizing from deep in the woods. Earlier in the evening a pair of Gray Foxes cavorted about in the yard. And our pink-tailed Opossum, none too happy with the early winter weather, came snuffling around as Kathy’s last piano students left for home. Meanwhile the pines stand dark and still, the moon-shadows stretch their arms, and for the moment all is quiet…