We moved in the absolute worst time possible.

I’m not kidding. It was that season that was in between reason.

Not winter not fall.

When you step out, you see it all.

The leaves are gone.

The air is chilly and mean.

It smells like old books.

Not that I don’t like that smell.

It’s just, it makes you want to curl up and hide in a nook.

It’s the middle of the year for gods sake!

Damn I hate it here, upstate