Fall is coming to an end. Trees lay bare in ever directions. Only a few strong leaves hold tight on their last moments of life before winter swallows them whole. Brisk cool air touches your skin like a kiss as a deep breath of cool air is mingled with cinnamon infused steam from the hot cup of cider laced between tightly clamped fingers.
This is the time of year that makes the desire to read, snuggle by the fire and bake the day away (even if we have no talent). There is something so magical. . . it is like becoming a child once more, if only for a moment. It is a time when feel small is ok and spending time with family brings joy despite the confusion and disagreements.
It is a time when you can not go to sleep and wait in long lines to purchase gifts at really cheap prices. Weaving between hordes of people just hoping that the items circled in the ad in hand are still available.
Today is black Friday.