One of our favorite spots to be each day, Ollie and me. The water has turned crisp, but we're still walking in it and soaking up the days we can before it turns too cold, and stings our ankles. I consider it good luck when a train crosses over this big tunnel, there are tracks up there, believe it or not. And I feel brave, and a little bit like a kid again when we walk through while the train goes rumbling by overhead. Sometimes I make a wish. Sometimes I just feel like I'm already living my wish.
Sorry for such a sentimental post, the nostalgia is just sort of lingering. Or perhaps some would say loitering. What can I say, fall's almost here.