Autumn in the Keweenaw requires full immersion.

In the pale afternoon
A friendly faerie maiden comes to me
And tells me tales of many a secret thing

Fraught with the spell and music of the moon,
And I have learned what wonder the birds sing,
And what the breezes bring over the sea,
All that lies hidden in the mist or gleams,
A floating presence, in a young girl’s dreams.

“Autumnal” by Rubén Darío, 1867 – 1916