Smile

The fall of summer. I am so alive right now, in this shifting, as hard work gets rewarded, harvests are reaped, losses are cut. The leaves on the trees around me are in their twilight years and, performing better than ever, they suck the sun out of the sky as winter circles on its approach. My best season is nigh. I've found the neatest girl. I have ideas as the cold approaches. I love you all so much.