It is my wont to formulate resolutions that I then quickly forget about and often on that list appear dependable truisms such as “save your pennies,” “don’t drink wine like it’s water,” “and if you do drink wine like it’s water for love of all things peaceful don’t start talking politics,” and “stop procrastinating and get on with it already.” Worthy things indeed. Also on that list is the desire to get outside first thing in the morning.
Whether for a run or a stroll, the kiss of morning air on my face invigorates me. This weekend I managed to sneak my camera out in between rain showers. I swoon over all of fall’s colors, but I think I prefer this time, before the leaves turn in mass, the most. The sudden hints of red and yellow amidst the greenery, which just a few weeks ago was looking brittle and dull but has now regained some of its lushness.
Rotund fruits and ragged wildflowers are now the belles of the ball, gracing us with their modest beauty in these late gold days.
I also want to find a rhythm to my posting and hope to be back tomorrow to declare my love for the late September ocean.
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