Tripp

I blogged this elsewhere last month, but thought I'd share it here with WF:

Walking to the store for groceries this morning, the satin violet clouds on the horizon were blowing a chilling, southerly wind that caused the maroon, golden, and ochre leaves to dance on the edges of their tree branches.

I apologize for my silence with my totems the past couple months. My head has been elsewhere trying to finish my novel and run a bed & breakfast on my own. The 5-star ...