Corn mazes and storm clouds. Crunchy leaves and hues of orange. Birds fly overhead, ready to make their disappearance, but we come out of hibernation-- ready to feel the earths chill. It's the death of a season but we feel very much alive.
Days with no direction. Days with no agenda. Where the things you admire most are simple, and the clock is non-existent. Golden beams peeking through shadows in the trees make you drowsy and homesick for the minutes to stop. Back roads, happy dogs, old memories. Where your greatest adventure is nothing more than simply admiring nature. The skies are always blue, the birds are always singing, and the worries of life are invisible.