"November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate."
-Clyde Watson
Slowly falling into a new routine with autumn. Short days means more time in the evenings indoors reflecting. At least right now it is reflection--come January it will be cabin fever! But for now it's a good time to move a bit slower, savor a bit more, and spend some time in introspection or with a good book! I'm partial to both!
