Watering newly planted shrubs this morning, I listened to the neighborhood awaken from its post-hangover slumber. Miles away, I could detect the faint hum of traffic passing over a bridge, alluding to the bygone days of horse drawn carriages, with the rhythmic clip clop of car wheels passing over concrete joints at regular intervals. The smell of dryer sheets and fresh laundry permeated the cool breeze announcing Fall would begin revealing herself soon as the well dressed seasonal matriarch that she is.

They neighborhood rested peacefully around me as I made preparations for what I consider to be bigger and better things. Maybe not really bigger and better, but certainly a change of scenery. Ironic, for the neighborhood to lightly brush against my leg in such a surreal fashion like a scolded cat. It was almost as if I managed to hurt her feelings in one of my earlier tirades when I expressed scorn for my geography. I’m not that easy to win over, and I’m not sure if she is willing to work any harder…

I’m escaping this cracker box my husband likes to call home for the next eight days. We are off to explore the pacific northwest and bask in cooler temperatures and a change of <strike>attitude</strike> temperature. As a good faith gesture, I’m leaving my laptop at home so I can bring my own camera, a trashy novel, and a sketchbook in its place. I will trade favors with my beloved in exchange for occasional use of his computer, but for those I miss I will catch up with you once I return. Cheers!