There is a bite in the air, both morning and evening, and the night is seizing the light faster as each day goes by. Summer is languishing as Fall moves in, once again, and wrestles the season away from her.
Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).