In the mist
Another photo from Niagara. It was pretty chilly out, and the general grayness, combined with the mist from the falls, was incredibly cool. Sometimes, when you can't see much, your world and the good things in it seem all the more clear.
Given that it's November, and thus time, once again, for National Novel Writing Month, I may not update much for awhile. Head down, fingers poised over the keyboard, emerging only for intermittent jogs and the odd cup of spicy, milky chai.