WATFORD CITY, N.D. — You can see your breath in the morning now. The grass is still green as can be out here, but at 6 a.m., it’s covered in frost. I’m hoping the cold kills the flies soon. One just dive-bombed into my milk glass right as I was lifting it to take a sip. The fall afternoons warm up nice enough for them to come alive again.

And I feel that, I guess.

I took my evening walk to the fields last night. The moon was coming up huge and bright over the horizon and against the pink of the setting sun. That lightbulb of a moon woke me up at 4 that morning, beaming through the window to wash over my face in the dark and make me restless. But I was happy to have it following me as I made my way home in the dark. My timing of the daylight was off a bit. Supper should have been on the t

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