Be Brave. Smile At The Future.

I don’t know if it’s the crisp wind, the smell of burning leaves, pulling out those leggings and boots, or the warmth in my hands left over from my pumpkin spice coffee, but there is something about fall that I just love.It almost beckons an invitation.The wind blows...

New Year, New Dance

Free. I am free.Little blue birds tweet and flitter above. The grass beneath is soft and able to bear the weight of my dancing feet. The flowers. Oh, they’re so beautiful. They’re everywhere. I hear laughter, the cackling kind. And it smells like...