Yesterday I went for a walk. The day was too good to be true: sunny and 72 degrees. Yes, this is why I moved to the South. The only indicators that it is in fact fall are the rare trees changing colors and the hues of red, orange, and yellow that are sparsely scattered on the ground.
There's somthing about light streaming through the trees that always makes me take pause.
Wouldn't it be nice to receive post in this letter box each day?
"Who goes there?"
Scholars in their natural habitat.
A Broad At Home 