Its not how I'd planned it. Or what I wanted.
Yet its where I find myself; in a new place.
There's a crispness in the air. Some would call is comfortable. I call it cool. I'm not complaining. It just means I need to start wearing more layers. Perhaps tomorrow, I'll adorn myself with boots and a scarf. Once I've done that, cool becomes cozy. I can deal with that.
This isn't lost on me.