I have been buried in my thoughts and almost overlooked the first day of Autumn.

In forty days, I shall return to Tennessee for a weekend.

Pumpkin-butter and roasted seeds. The crisp smell of apple orchards, hot cider and the warmth of home given to me by wonderous Jill.

I am thankful, incredibly thankful, for lingering.

Especially when my thoughts are as fleeting as a flipbook page.

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