The leaves outside are blazing with color. A cold wind has arrived, setting those leaves free to dance and scatter. I knew this day would come, the day that I realize the leaves can't stay this lovely forever, but I am still a bit melancholy about it. I was delighted however to find the moss hasn't thought to sleep just yet.
The little green sweater only needs arms. I am hoping to finish this up over the weekend. If this wind keeps up, she'll need it sooner than I thought. Keep warm, friends.