Throw on your boots and a make a dash for the corn maze in the golden hour…pressure’s on to find the way out before dusk—walking just isn’t an option. You couldn’t tell from the dozen or so of photos that these gals initially said no to my offering to visit the farm. We ultimately found our way here and then I couldn’t get them to part from these eventually sanctioned grounds. Over seasons and time, even in the fall winds, even if for moments, these aisles never get old but always leave us in a restless daze. The inky night sky came swiftly, it always does when you’re having a blast. Just in time for the stars to pierce through clear and sharp and clean to lead us back home.