SIGH....

Today was one of those Midwest fall-weather days which catch me by surprise every now and then here in the subtropics. It was cold and rainy, but crisp. And the air was filled with the scent of burning wood. And all I wanted to do was get home, snuggle on the couch and dream that the fine mist coming down might actually turn a little bit white by the morning. But, alas, all the trees are still green as emeralds, there's no football on TV and no Grandpa Harry's chili on the stove, and the burning wood is actually from the homes nearby where they have to build fires to cook and heat their water. We don't have a couch...somehow the cold tile floor just isn't the same...and there is no way I'll ever see a little frost on the ground tomorrow. Sometimes I miss home so much...