Fall Mornings

I love a cold morning in the fall.  I enjoy the brisk chill in the air, the colors of the leaves illuminated by the first rays of the morning sun; the steam rising from a hot cup of coffee.   It is a reflective time of year.   It is a season of change; a time when everything goes dormant, but it always seems to whisper the promise of the coming year.


Carolina grad, business owner, Master of the Oblivious, "Rural Renaissance Man", dog lover, family man, geek...

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