It's getting colder in our town, with temperatures dipping down into the 30s. Jackets and hats and warm socks are a must, and as we walked through town checking off to-dos and getting our errands done, I had such an overwhelming happy feeling in my heart. It's good to feel like I'm HOME, you know? I've lived here for about nine years and I think I'll always be grateful for this place- for a town that became a new home that felt like an old one, from the very beginning. There's something special about Prescott, from all the old houses to the Back to the Future-esque town square, the "Everyone's Hometown" banners on the streetlamps to the store fronts decorated for the holidays. Now, I know I tend to romanticize things but there really is a feeling that hangs around here, and if you pay close enough attention I'm sure you'll feel it too- it's a mix of friendliness and familiarity and a bit of funny quirkiness. I love it.
So we walked, we jumped in leaves, we ate cookies out of the brown paper bakery bags, all to the soundtrack of baby laughter and crunching leaves. We enjoyed this cold-but-not-too-cold day that left our noses a little more red and our cheeks hurting from smiling so much, and now as I sit here writing this I am feeling lucky for all of it, way down deep in my toes. I'm certain this good day will carry over right into the not-so-good ones that will inevitably come, and for that I am thankful.