sLast weekend it snowed.
My little autumn kind of but not quite love ended just with that.
It's practically winter again.
Winter like Christmas and peacoats and hot chocolate and scarves and boots and its so cold it hurts to breathe and big, big snowflakes and dark afternoons and yellow lights and white skies and blue eyes.
I feel like I've come full circle somehow. I never felt like that before with seasons.
But this time for some reason...
There's a little of fall left still.
The tree outside my window is a brilliant yellow.
I went to New Orleans.
It was beautiful and warm and full of lovely old buildings, ghost stories, art galleries, and drunk people.
But I like coming home and smelling winter. It feels good.
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