I know, I know... the end of August is NOT fall, but it is starting to feel like it.  Fall is my favorite time of year.  I love when the leaves change.  I love college football (unfortunately that won't be happening this year).  I love the crisp fall days.  I don't like that winter will be here afterwards, but I try not to think about that.

This fall is bittersweet.  I have lots of time, but no job.  So less money than usual.  I have worked my entire life and am finding the extra time good and bad.  I have time to do things I didn't have time to do before, but I have lost a bit of confidence and purpose by being spit out of the work force by COVID-19.  Pretty honest and raw.  Have I overshared?  If you know me, you love me.  If you don't like that about me, oh well...

Here is a picture of how I see the fall.  It was taken in the fall and captures what fall mornings look like to me.