This morning was cool and drizzly so Jim and I bundled up and walked a two mile hike around city hall and a small lake nestled behind called Halle Park. We call it a walk on the beach, but it is so different from Florida.

A flock of ducks had spent the night on the pond, but as we made our way closer and closer, they began to flap and lifted themselves out of the water rising high to our left. Then they did a 180 and flew over us, heading south. It was beautiful to watch and again I felt the familiarity of being home.

The trees here are still dropping leaves, with a colorful array still clinging as the cool breeze tugs at them. It feels so comfortable to see the trees with their changing colors. It feels right to put on coat and gloves in the middle of November to go outside. And it feels right to be traveling here.

Here's to the Journey!