Seventy Degrees

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and we're wearing shorts in Western Kentucky on November 8th.
A meets a pretty blonde in a pink sundress at the park. They slide, frolic, dig, and hang in toddler like fashion. With a twinkle of mischief in his eyes the littlest laughs at their antics, pauses, and then discovers the joy of crunchy leaves.

 

 

"Enough, already."

  

 

  

  

"Nap time"