These photos were taken a week before last (I'm pretty sure), and it was the strangest evening. The temperature dropped into the seventies, and the winds were blowing the trunks of older trees nearby, so of course I was outside until the rain fell too hard, and it was worth every second. It was a rare moment of calm, and everything was okay. Being cold does things to me. I was content during this evening. I miss it, and I'm more than ready for Fall. I'll just look at these photos and binge watch Gilmore Girls in the meantime.