The second cabin of fall is squarely fixed in summer glories thanks to Florida weather.
The cabin is a cleaned up version of the original '20s cracker shack hand-built by the couple who lived there. (At first, the inside of the cabin was honestly like something out of Silent Hill.) It's nestled under water oaks dripping with Spanish moss & very close to the lake, so the view of the dock standing above the still water makes a perfect frame to the morning.
We arrived after a long drive through the Ocala National Forest just as the hunter's moon was rising. I stayed out on the dock to photograph it, in spite of the mosquitoes & bats & it was worth it.
The next day, my whole plan was to read Agatha Christie in the sun, swim in the lake (yes, there are gators. But what are you going to do?) & watch the light change back into the dusky color we'd arrived in.
Which isn't to say I didn't see some of the fall colors I was expecting.