There's something about this time of year.
Its simplicity...its lack...its bare and brutal honesty.
It gives me a moment's pause.
To get lost in the wind as it shakes up the trees.
The promise of snow.
The hope for all things white and bright and beautiful.
Maybe - I need a grander plan....a newer direction...an unattainable goal?
Maybe - I'm over-thinking?
Life is abundant....and full.
So many possibilities.
How might I explain this old red barn?
How might I describe this extraordinarily ordinary Novermber day?
How might I share its story?