Fall is here. A whipping wind and rain blew through during the early hours of the morning, dropping leaves and adding a chill to the air. Yet, as the morning broke, the sun rose and slowly there was a soft glow and mist along everything. It's truly fall, as evidenced by the yellows, oranges and reds that are covering the sidewalks, the grass, and curbs.
Which means only one thing. It's almost thanksgiving. Which means my second favorite holiday is just around the corner. Which means my favorite holiday is not far behind that. Although, while I normally am looking for this time of year to fly by, today I'm hoping it will slow down. Because I want to enjoy this time, and while I'm excited for February, I'm not quite ready yet.
So the broken record of my wants and desires circles around again to wanting to write more. Cook more. Photograph more. Create more. But yet, I sink into the comfort of surfing, cleaning, and reading and loose inspiration. So I dabble in it, write a lame blog post, do some photo edits, and whip up some chili on a cold Sunday. And count the days till Thanksgiving.
My thoughts on whatever passes through my line of sight.