Teaser Number Two-This Time it's a Poem!

So, last week we experimented with prose to hint at our upcoming fall event, and today, we're taking a (weak) stab at poetry. Can you guess the event yet?

On this afternoon I approach a host
Of bulbous, faceless golden orbs
As they rest against the horizon
An orange fire in gilded autumn fields
I guide the most beautiful one away
Planning my carving the way home
  
As the skies darken, I am up to my elbows in a mess
Oh orb, I transform the from the inside out
Discarding all that lies within
To reveal the truth contained without
A truth it seems is up to me
And so with care and time your image I reveal
  
I call to thee the orb named Jack
To see him glow from internal light
 I sit and watch as that orb begins to blink
But next glimmer, I swear I saw him wink
For this my attempt to make things better
For those of them held captive in the cold

More will follow. Stay tuned.

Story Time: A Teaser About Another Upcoming Event

Yesterday, our Intern Lindsay announced our Summit Challenge trail run/walk. This event will be quite exciting, but do keep in mind that the Development Department at ShelterCare is in the process of cooking up other events for a later date. The first event is not quite ready to be revealed to the public, but we are positively bursting with anticipation in the back office of Administration. Therefore, we decided it would be fun to slowly reveal the event through a short series of short teaser stories. Here is the first installment. Enjoy!

It is a dark autumn evening in the market square. The air is crisp and chilled with the hint of winter, which has not yet captured the town in its icy grip. The fragrant smell of rich cuisine delights the nose and the spirit is warmed by the inviting glow of charming shops.
  
 Scores of people dressed warm and cozy mill about the street. An elderly couple clasps mittened hands, while nearby a young father in a red woolen hat laughs as he restrains his boy from charging ahead too quickly. Four teenagers in parkas and grey hooded pullovers animatedly discuss the past week’s dramas at school. At all different points in life and experience, yet united in this night’s destination at least, the crowd makes it way to the plaza ahead, which basks in the glow of a thousand tiny points of light. The elderly man turns to his wife and whispers playfully, “Ah yes, tonight will be one for the ages.” 

CD