p5pb11522199The warmth of a new morning was glowing gold on the faded hills that frame the view from my balcony. I saw orange and yellow leaves light up as they held tight to their branches. Heavy white pillows of fog were drifting slowly down the river valley and long shadows leaned across the yard. The air was cool and calm and my breath mixed seamlessly with the warm steam rising from the mug that I held between my chilly fingers. Read more