Every morning, Clio takes a walk outside.
The light at this time of year is magical.
It’s easy to believe you’ve been transported to another place.
The garden is a place of reflection.
The leaves are red.
And gold.
I remember raking up huge piles of leaves and diving through them with the dogs. And building a hidden fort in this pile so that I could watch the outside world without being seen.
Some desires never leave us.
