Autumn is such a beautiful season. But there is a quiet sadness to it. Such glorious shades of crimson and amber grace the leaves as they fall to the ground, but those vibrant colours indicate death.
A few nights ago I woke up from a nightmare. The sheets were soaked with sweat, and I was shivering from the memory of the terrible dream.
I am a snot machine. I was hoping that my sore throat would clear up and that I wouldn’t have to face the brutality of a head cold. But, there was just no escaping it.
I just happened to come across this gem of a photograph and thought it suitable to post it in honour of my little brother who has flown across the pond to spend a year in England.
Do you want to hear something absurd? When I exercise vigorously and consistently, I gain weight. And not muscle weight. We’re talking good ol’ fashioned junk-in-the-trunk weight.
Later today my brother will be flying over the Atlantic Ocean, headed for Capernwray Hall in England.