Crisp and Sliding

The air is crisp this morning and I like that. I walked out of my place with shower-fresh-wet hair, wearing flip flops, capris and a tank top. I actually paused when the cooler air hit my skin, fully waking me up to the beauty outside.





I am appreciating the puddles of water gathered on my sidewalk that have yet to evaporate, unlike three months of mornings. I like looking in them and pretending their reflective surfaces hide a magic doorway to a fairy kingdom and if I walk quietly and approach at just the right angle, I will slide right in and become their Queen.