i walked out in the chilly morning air and smelled someone's woodstove burning. i love that smell. the leaves are changing the most gorgeous colors and leaving their branches. the geese have moved on. apples and all sorts of apple cooking/baking is happening. pumpkins are purchased and waiting to be carved. the woolens are out. i wore some this morning.
feeling cozy, and grateful.
"All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken." - Thomas Wolfe