Finding Warmth.

This weekend we're expecting our first possible snowfall of the year.  I can feel it coming.  The last few days I've been basking in the warmth and glow of my fireplace.
I left the south almost 8 years ago, and have no relocation remorse.  The pace, the scenery and the seasons of the north were so foreign to me.  The people were dressed sharper and seemed more worldly, it was as if they knew things.
The beauty of being a new northerner was my wide-eyed, childhood excitement in the things that most took for granted.  I'm looking forward to, as I do every year, the first snowfall and everything the season brings with it. (just as long as it doesn't interfere with my weekend plans)

xo erin