I realize that I am happy. The weather bobs and dips like a fisher’s boat along with the tide. Aromas glide in through the cracked window, warm and cozy: onion, sage and spice. It is a crazy time of year for me (work), but I still attempt to stop and focus on what moves me: waning light, sounds that crackle in the crisp morning air, the delight of roasting acorn squash with butter and brown sugar. Join me in this moment of reverie.
Bridget Kelley-Lossada 
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