Sunday, October 24, 2010

The turn is coming.

Snow is falling on the mountain tops as I type. Granted- not much, but still it's there.

Now, every time I step outside I smell fireplaces warming their homes dutifully. I feel cool and crisp air filling my lungs as pure energy. The wind blows with sheer power, and all the warm weather trees are quickly dropping their leaves.

I am in no way excited for the winter... and what that really means is... I'm beyond excited.

The winter is...


The winter is...

::places hand thoughtfully on chin, tilts head upward, and ponders::