The smell of autumn leaves drying in the woods, sparks me to think, plan and execute what I will do, accomplish, and create for the next three month until the end of the year.
Time to plan future trips and adventures. Time to think boldly where one's mind has never been before.
It is too easy to say, next year, I will travel, go to museums, listen to great jazz and be more social with other human beings. It is way too easy to blow those thoughts away.
Don't get me wrong, I love the life I am living. I live with a man I fell in love with over 30 years ago. We are growing old together. We live in a home that we build and it is filled with our together memories.
We are surrounded by a forest on two sides of our home. Animals wander into our yard. Some are welcomed like the birds, and others like the deer consider our yard their food pantry.
We are both quiet people. We read a lot of books since we retired. I love nonfiction. We love good movies. I need to limit the number of documentary films that I rent.
But we are human and human are mortal and we age, get sick, and die. That is the reality. So, some planning is good, and that is what I will do for the next three months.
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