Sep 09
There’s nothing like waking up on a late summer day and feeling a chill breeze, causing one to grab a coat, and stand outside a bit pondering beauty and truth.
Tis a beautiful morning on this mountain.
There’s nothing like waking up on a late summer day and feeling a chill breeze, causing one to grab a coat, and stand outside a bit pondering beauty and truth.
Tis a beautiful morning on this mountain.
September 9th, 2005 at 10:23 am
where did my summer go?
September 9th, 2005 at 11:03 am
Well, I think it popped in around July, then decided that was enough.
Wonderful!! Bring out the coats!