Fall. Here.

The past few days have been beautiful. Fall is one of my favorite seasons and we are experiencing here in Kansas the first signs that fall is approaching. I've spoken to many who are not happy about the approach of fall because it only means that winter will soon follow. I'm not thinking about that. I'm enjoying the cooler temperatures and how the landscape will soon be painted with reds, yellows and oranges. I'm looking forward to a visit to the corn maze, hot apple cider, hay rides and carmel apples.

I'm sitting outside watching Lia ride her bike. The breeze is calm and cool, the sky is overcast--it is simply a beautiful day. I was thinking about where I like to be on days like today and each place I thought of was in Columbia. Sitting outside Memorial Union at Mizzou, Flatbranch on the patio, sitting under our big tree at our old house, sitting on the couch when the tree outside our front window turned an orangish red color and the sun shined through, luminating the room and making me feel like I was being bathed in sunlight.

I do enjoy being here. Here on 82nd Terrace in Kansas watching Lia ride her bike and waiting for Zach to arrive home from school. It feels odd though, even on such a beautiful day that this is where I am. Here I am.