This weekend, fall came. I wasn't expecting it until mid-November, but apparently Little Rock isn't so laid back with its seasons.
It is beautiful. I sat, two mornings in a row, in the cozy embrace of my papassan chair while leaves of red and gold whispered overhead and a little curl of steam rose from my coffee. Days like that are so precious to me. They draw out the beauty of what it means to just be. I felt no pressure, no hollowness.
And when it was done, I was invigorated and ready to make the most of the rest of my moments.
Thank you, God, for fall. Thank you for papassan chairs and coffee and novels and the way leaves get more beautiful as they age.
All my love!