The sun is shining, the air is crisp and golden, the light is calling me to the river, again. Yesterday, I had my own private aerobatics show overhead, sitting all bundled up on the bank in the sunshine. What would I miss if I stayed away today. Maybe a story is waiting.
I'll be back later this afternoon, right now there's a river calling. Loudly.
Chores, you'll have to wait. Thanks to whoever made crockpots, my family won't suffer tonite.