This season and the way the air feels different.

Yoga in the morning light.

A quiet ride down the trail. Too cloudy for the hot air balloons. Smells like harvest.

Grocery shopping with no list feels dangerous.

I’m just going to put this all in the garage, and we’ll figure out the garage later. But for now, breathing room.

I tell him he must get the missing English done. He scrolls through, and I see a B. B! I say nothing, but on the inside, I want to explode.

Warmer than I expected.

We finish up the rest of the film. Outpacing last year; just might reach the goal.

Positivity only.

Only a few more months until Christmas.