I can’t wait for the crisp cool air whispering through the trees as I sit on the deck at the cottage.
The colours of the changing tree leaves that canopy the road as I run up the escarpment stairs and overlook Hamilton.
The smell of my favourite tea steeping in the kitchen as I wait, curled up in my warm cozy blanket.
Walking the Bruce Trail with friends and listening to the leaves crunch beneath our feet as the sun peeks through the trees.
Sitting outside, draped with a blanket and cradling my laptop, as I development my writing skills and submit my stories to help inspire others to go where I’ve gone.
The dark fall days of November sitting with the curtains open and watching the sun go down as the fireplace fills the room with heat.