Joyous days. Cream colored sweaters and steaming clouds emerging from dark color liquids filled to the brim in paper cups. It’s the leaves pattering against the car as you sway by the pumpkins and ghouls in the yard. It’s the harmony of the leaves dancing to the breeze’s tune; the breeze intersecting a chill through the air. It is that time of year. The lovely fall feeling has arrived.
Much Love. XoXo.