Image of the Day

The vibrant reds and yellows will fade, leaving only a dead brown. I see it starting now, as we move through fall, waiting to stumble upon winter, when all is laid bare in the renewal that will one day become spring. It seems that we can never settle properly into one season before the next catches up with us.


<-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><-><->


And now for something completely different!

Quote for the day from Lori to me:
"How are you NOT a heathen?!"

That's all there is.
There isn't (2 beats) anymore.