Goodbye November-Reflections on Words, The Wind & Wounds

This morning is crisp, cold and calm. Thin ice coats the grass outside my window-freezing ever blade in real time. Inside I snuggle close to my furriest blanket. Whiffs of pine-sol and sweet potato pie linger in the air. They are evidence of yesterday's cleaning spree and today's breakfast. There is a huge empty corner … Continue reading Goodbye November-Reflections on Words, The Wind & Wounds