Autumn is my favourite season. The chill in the air, the smell of burning leaves, and clouds as sculpture. It was hot on Saturday, and there were no burning leaves, but the clouds were there.
This rusty old el Camino was waiting for us at our destination.
You said Thanksgiving. My god, you’re posting from the future.
Yeah, not only do we have gay marriage and universal healthcare, we also live a month and a half in the future.