Nov 9: First Fire of Fall

Chilly, crisp night that turned dark early, nary a star in the sky, but the almost glow off to the west of the set sun. One-third of a fire log, a cushion on the wrought iron bench, and Mia's blankie next to us, Daisy and I curled up and watched the fire, the night sky, the plane lights, and the first twinkling of the stars.

It takes a lot to get better than this.