Last month I had a whirlwind trip to southern California to help my sister and her family move. Almost as fantastic as being in CA with my sister and her family was travel itself. Between driving, multiple flights, and layovers, I spent over 8 hours each way traveling. Traveling by myself. Getting coffee when I wanted coffee. Listening to playlists, journaling, reading, talking only when I wanted to talk and being allowed to ignore everyone around me. Even more amazingly, I had window seats on each of my four flights.
After landing in San Francisco, Bakersfield, and Phoenix, coming into Seattle was a breathtaking explosion of color (gray skies aside). It was the first week of November and the ground was covered in shades of orange, red, and browns. Music cranked up and fingers cramped from the frantic writing of the previous hour, I paused in awe.
Just throwing myself out there a bit...