Violet roses at the farmers market
Thanksgiving. The official initiation of the holiday season. The usual suspects are already at their tricks, scarves and winter coats are omnicient (despite being unnessesary), and the air smells of nutmeg. And although everyone isn't warm and cozy, the holidays are often a time to put your ego aside and assume your position in the family. My weekend consisted of cooking, seeing pleasantly surprising films, enjoying the schizophrenic weather, spending time with old friends, future planning, and a tearful goodbye. Welcome to the working week.