Into the Woods

Over the river and thru the woods, 

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes and bites the nose,

As over crispy ground we go.

Sometimes, you just have to grab an extra blanket, maybe even a fishing pole, or two, hop into the car, drive to where the sun sets deep into quiet shades of autumn and leave the rest of the world behind.

Yes, yesterday was one of those days.