Saturday morning ritual returns.

The Weekend begins with a nifty gray morning. The way fall/winter should. It seems while I was away the wind took all the leaves off the trees and the windy season has begun. Splendid. The rain coming down onto the fallen leaves has the scent and sound of winter in the air.

Back to the routine, not quite. Change is all about. Time to find a new abode. One that can represent me in new corner of my life. Colors are needed.

Time to find the unknown and make it what one can. Choices and decisions are on the horizons. We each make our own and must live with them. One can only hope to do the best we can and that those that surround us understand and move along with us. Mistakes are human. Each of us makes them. Perfection is not possible in life. Growth and learning is and that is where Truth will be found.

Move along and Peace.