SHADOWS LENGTHEN, DARKNESS RULES As the arctic winds race down from the ice-cap, having swept across frozen tundra where Caribou hunker down to escape the blowing cold, and after unleashing their lake-effect snows on the frigid Finger Lakes, those same winds force their way through the protective peaks of the southeast Catskills, howling through the deep mountain cloves - Winter finally comes to Waghkonk. If Midsummer is the High Tide of Life then this cold, dark time must be