(this will be short, Aldor's literally howling to be fed)

Every year about this time, the sky turning from the white haze of summer to the startling blue of fall. Cold fronts start to make their way in, dropping the temperature and humidity from the mid to upper 90's for both into 80's and even lower. There's mist in the mornings.

Happy birthday, Dawn!

Happy birthday to the one who doesn't read this, who I'll never have the guts to let read this. He thinks I'm crazy enough as it is.