Maine Autumn
The battle rages within me still. So few miles left to trod and how the crisp autumn gusts whisper that I should be back in Virginia. A September full moon reminds me of my harvest moon, but a month away. My favorite time of year, this autumn is. Always has, always will - Chessie time. Goblyn time. Sierra time. My time. I miss my dogs. I miss my pups.
Laying on the ground, snacking. Looking up.