when seasons change: breathing in fresh peace.

October is life.  I envision color-draped tree leaves falling in swoop motion towards gravel roads.  I pick up my red chicken mug, wash off its dust, and lap in coffee luxury.  (Sidenote:: I tend to only really love DAILY hot liquids when the weather turns to chill.) And I open as many windows as possible, hit play on … Continue reading when seasons change: breathing in fresh peace.