A blast of summer on such a cold night. 

One of my oldest friends came to visit several months ago, we went to the beach, mountain, caves, waterfalls, and pretty much everywhere in between. We ate well, we kept good company, we adventured. Needless to say, I look forward to her return.

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.

Ducky in autumn.

This week has been good.

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.

Round 2 : see who I loved first here