Autumn is definitely my favorite season. Especially in November because it's getting colder and colder.
It feels so nice to grab a hot mug of tea and walk around outside when it's 35 degrees. The trees are gorgeous, the ground feels stiff and crisp thanks to the morning frosts, and the steam billows off of my tea in thick clouds which make me smile.
The country hills wave a feeling of home over me as the warm hues of the leaves interrupted sporadically by deep green pine trees remind me how happy I can be, how happy I was when I lived here full time. The Mountain Currs race to greet my feet, obediently sitting down one by one with no gesture from me, just knowing what is the respectful thing to do. It's refreshing to be back where even the farm dogs are more polite to me than people are when I am out on the road.
In this peaceful atmosphere, I have only become more inspired to work hard in order to reach my goal. It's rough to think about going back to Maryland this coming Sunday. I will be leaving behind all that is keeping me positive. I am desperately counting on this trip being a boost for me, like recharging a battery, only recharging my happiness, so that I can go back to Maryland and enjoy myself despite that dreadful hotel room. It's best not to dwell in the future, so I digress. Instead of worrying about later, I am going to live in the present and make sure my last few days at home are packed with adventures and full of joy.