A couple weeks back it was feeling especially Fall-ish on Tuesday.
It was overcast out, and cool.
The mountains had a blanket of fog on their shoulders, the way your breath looks when you blow it out on a winter morning.
Too good to stay home.
(The truth is, there are a lot of mornings that are too good to stay at home.
The sad truth is, the mother (me) doesn't yield to it most of the time.)
We ate in haste.
I packed snacks.
Put school books and supplies in a bag.
We drove into the mountains, up to the cabin, away from the noise.
The rain on the road cut the dust; the gentler light made the colors even more vibrant.
Walking along that road, I kept thinking This is where it's at.
Yup, yup, yup.
So gorgeous this time of year.