i'm gonna level with you. i'm a little bit granola.
and the promise of a week in boulder, colorado (or just outside it) come next tuesday has me breathing a bit easier.
a week of nothing but jeans, dansko clogs, zip-up sweaters, shopping at the spacious whole-foods (as only colorado can produce), family, good food, laughter, morning hikes followed by morning coffee runs, cool-fresh-mountainous air: all respite for the soul.
and then there's thanksgiving. my favorite holiday. something about the glow of a dining room against the quickly-darkening november sky. the people you most love convened in one room offering up gratitude for the gift of one more year.
i'm actually counting down the days...