The house smells like rosemary and pine, in other words, good.


I've been working from home lately. More often than not, I look up and it's already dark.


This time each year I seem to search out more personal time. I feel more quiet, more solitary. It might be the rain. It might be the darkness that leaves late and comes early. It might be the thought of several months indoors.

Or it might just be my own season.