I have just arrived upstate. The trees are almost bare and the ground is littered with leaves. The apple tree is naked and the grass is gone. I love fall's atmosphere. It is chilly but not freezing. I know winter is just around the corner even though fall has just begun. Soon it will be snow on the ground and instead of rakes there will be sleds. I am craving some hot apple cider. It's to early for hot chocolate. My house is quiet with everyone either on their computer or reading. The fire next to me is blazing and popping. The color of the sky is black. An obvious sign I must go to bed.
I will write as soon as I get up.
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L
