Sep 26, 2011
fall, which was always a beloved season of mine has emerged in the last two years as the far and away winner of my affections in the favorite season race. the melancholy tone of goodbye, of ending, that it rings with no longer feels sad and reflective. autumn, to me, feels like the beginning; the beginning of a whole new year of possibility. this is my springboard season and flings me into the world with nothing but lessons to digest, stories to catalog, and resources to live off of.
new home number 21
"....so here i am, waiting for my coffee in the cool stillness of this country road morning. i sit here and watch as the sun stretches it's fingers down the valley, reaching slowly towards me.
"i'm so happy you're here!" c said, beaming at me, when i arrived, which is, even when you're town-tired, road-tired, heat-addled and hungover, a really great way to be greeted."i'm really happy to be here," i said feebly, "don't let the tiredness fool you...."