Outside smells like cows, cut hay, and decay. To say what it actually smells like is slightly grusome... but to actually smell it is, well, lovely. It smells like fall and fall is my favourite time of year. There's just something about hot days and cool nights that satisfies me right to my toes, that, and we live in one of the most beautiful parts of the country for fall to take place in. I'm content in a whole lot of ways.
School is under way and I think it's the first time ever that I'm not feeling inundated and behind the eight ball from the get-go. Or maybe it's the first time that I really understand that I'm not going it alone... like a safety in numbers kind of thing.