It was just cold enough for a sweater and boots, not cold enough for a scarve or gloves. Just the way I like it.
I took the day off; that doesn't happen enough these days. One day off a week is my biggest luxury and I look forward to it like my 7-year-old self waiting for Christmas morning, something long-awaited and sacred.
This morning, I met my dear friend for coffee and a walk, long talks overdue. On our way back, I started to collect leaves, tiny pieces of the season all floating 'round me in gleeful waves.
And before I spent my remaining hours in bed reading and writing and thinking, I made a picture. Just some colour and happiness all in my small space-just what my soul needed, maybe yours too. And with that, adieu. I have more nothingness to do.