Fall. The sunsets convert into a deeper, fiery veil that descends on us, with it’s flecks of gold and red seeping into our everyday lives from the leaves on the trees, to our lattes.
I am looking forward to the crisp cool mornings, the begging of my body to stay in bed just 5 minutes longer, the smell of cinnamon in my coffee.
It is a unwritten law that a gathering of friends requires A: great food, and B: damn good drinks.
It's a ballsy move to openly admit that we are confident.
And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom, and the grace of God was on him.