Before they all blow off, that is. Good thing we went looking the weekend we did, because most of the leaves are gone now. Here's me and Cocoa at Hyland, in front of a particularly colorful tree.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.