The in-between days continue. We sit now on the cusp of winter with autumn refusing to let go.

   Frost rests on the morning windshields, but we have yet to receive a flake of snow; at least in these parts, from what I can see or what I know. The wind blows cold; leaves are no longer on the trees.

Seems like it has been this way for days. Who knows it that’s a good thing, or not. It’s entirely subjective.

   A good day for some could be a bummer to another.

   The days are, most likely, what you make of them.

   It is all too easy to become restless; uncertainty is certainly thought provoking.

   Make them good thoughts.

   What will you make of the day, today?

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