She came back today with a quiet whisper. The parched reached to the sky and inhaled deeply again. In the madrone forest and on the beach the smell was divine. It was a promise of rejuvenation mingled with scents of dirt, sap, sweet salt air and a mist that drapes us in love.
Some of us have become rather rumpled. This little crow was so out of feather I fed him an extra peanut.
Fall isn’t really here until Friday but today I embraced it’s early signs.
Take the path with me towards a new season of our lives.