The littlest one just ran inside and asked me for his hoodie.

It smells like wet leaves outside.

Chili is not out of the question for dinner.

The grass looks greener and the tree trunks look almost black against the gray sky.

I feel safe and adventurous all at the same time.

There are books in piles around the house, especially near the little pools of lamplight.

Someone just asked for a football.

I think I heard my quilt knock on the backside of the armoire door and ask to come out and sit on the couch with me.

I may be stretching it a bit.

I do that this time of year.

I know there's more summer to enjoy.

Today though, a cold front has all of my attention.