Today’s photo shows shelter cats doing their thing. They certainly are a pleasure to be around. Today feels like a soft day. It’s autumn that has done this to me. Aspens are turning to gold up on the high slopes and summits. Just past the equinox the light changed to a crisper clarity that both glances off the skin and warms the heart. This is my favorite time of year, always has been. A soul rush, identical to spring fever, runs through my imagination, and my imagination runs deep, in deep greens and blues, so I let it run, and I give chase. A pretty smile on a beautiful woman is all I need to snap out of any stuck mind space. That’s a really nice thing to know.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.