Writer & Romantic
Winter is still fighting to stay in Northern Michigan. Whoo… it is cold. As I write this, there are icicles the size of my arm hanging outside my office window. A constant reminder that this beast of a season is here to stay as long as it wants. Which, for those of us in the
The Gales of November are almost upon us—the season of in-between. *Cue Gordon Lightfoot* Outside my window, the golds, reds, and deep purples of the trees have surrendered to nature’s confetti on the forest floor. Summer is only an echo now, her song briefly heard when the late October sun warms the earth. Autumn has
It’s October, which has always been my favorite month of the year. It is the time of in-between. The trees bloom with color, the air turns crisp, apples and pumpkins fill the grocery store aisles, Halloween decorations line the streets, and the world seems aglow with a blend of mischief and celebration. It’s one last
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