It’s mid October. Days and nights grow steadily cooler. The early morn sees more and more leaves laying sleepily on the ground, with low-lying fog in yonder fields, like a blanket of warmth. It’s somehow sad to see, and yet, I know it’s part of the cycle of rebirth every year. I love this time of year. Magical, mystical and ethereal. Looking for inspiration, I came across a lesser known author/poet whose story is quite interesting. And yes, inspiring. Elizabeth Orpha Hoyt. She was an American philosopher, author and poet who grew up in Athens, Ohio and who had such a thirst for knowledge. She was thought of as a…