As I write this, we have mostly blue skies and sunshine outside. A cool breeze is blowing, and no pollen remains in the air, courtesy of Irene. My heart goes out to those who lost loved ones or sustained damage because of the storm, and I know there is more flooding yet to come. Right now, right here, however, it feels like the first taste of fall.
I’ve always loved fall — loved going back to school, loved new chances and opportunities, loved the promise of new beginnings. This year is no different; I’m energized and excited, ready to write.
So as my son heads back to school to learn (but not tomorrow because schools are closed — Irene, I presume) and my husband heads back to school to teach, I’m heading back to what I do. The running, which fell by the wayside for the summer, once again is on my schedule. I have a list of old stories to complete and new ones to write. And I’m looking forward, beyond the next four months, to chart where I’d like to go over the next few years.
What about you? What thoughts does fall stir in you?
As always, thanks for reading!