Where did the time and the season go? I cannot believe it’s December and that winter is here. It’s surreal that we’re so close to wrapping up another year. I used to have no sense of the seasons because I lived in a place where year-round tans and weekly beach trips was normal. Now, I have a sense of the seasons (because the East Coast actually has more than one) but I feel like everything moves much faster.
Maybe it comes with living in New York. Or wanting to accomplish one million things a day. Or saying “yes” to almost everything so that I don’t feel like I’m missing out later on. Time flies. The seasons change. You feel like you’re finally caught up on a chapter and then you realize you’re looking at an outdated draft. I found myself thumbing through my planner this morning and wondering when it suddenly became December when I still feel like it’s May.
I stumbled across these photos while searching my laptop for a haphazardly-labeled recipe for pumpkin pie (which I still haven’t found) and couldn’t help but want to post them. Considering that it just started snowing an hour ago, having a little bit of Fall to hold on to is exactly what I needed (: