I love fall knocking on the door. Warmish coolness. The heat from my car meshed with the crispy air, calls for the happy red swingy jacket. Low hanging sun in my eyes. Making everything slanty orange and gilded.
Did I mention my house is clean? I realize a small feat for some, but for me it's been about two years since all the rolls of tape were in one location. Scotches unite!
Blessings.
Listening to
Weepies- Painting by Chagall.
Tire Swing- That band from Juno.
Moonlight Sonata- Beethoven.
Joy- Lucinda Williams
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