If I could manifest the perfect beach day, it would look like last Saturday here in the little trailer park in the pine woods “down the shore.” Low eighties. Light sea breeze. Sun bright. Clouds puffy. Humidity low. Instead of spending it sunbathing, I got hot, sweaty and dirty erasing. . . .Show me more . . .
For all the whining I did about the end of summer, this autumn shifted from tolerable to delightful way sooner than I expected. It’s still almost a week until the “fall behind” nonsense, when the increase in darkness shifts from feeling subtle to enormous, but so far, so good. More. . . .Show me more . . .