Leaves

I just went outside and heard this crackling noise that at first I couldn’t identify. And then I realized that it was the sound of the leaves falling from the trees under a gust of wind.

Thank you, universe, for the Fall. It means that snow – even the tiny little amount of it we get here – cannot be far behind.

Oh Norway, now that I married a warmth-loving Russian person (an oxymoron if there ever was one), I don’t think I will ever get a chance to live in your beautiful sub-arctic climate.