It’s been a beautiful Fall in New York. We are now poised at that moment of transition when the auburn colors gasp before disintegrating into the black, white and gray of deep winter.
No one enjoys the smell an texture of the leaves more than Oliver.
Travel can be hard.
There is the desire to unhitch, to walk into the world unhindered, released from the familiar...
but there is still the yearning for those you love.
The eager parting is tinged with sadness; and the sweetest pleasure of travel is coming home.
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