a new season (lyn)

Wake up to a perfect fall day.  I step outside and a breeze of crispness grabs at me.  How can this season not be everyone’s favorite?  I walk 3.6 miles, from my apartment to Central Park (I.0 mile), around the reservoir (I.58 miles) and back home (1.0 mile).  It feels good. 

I put a pot of coffee on and top it with zero-fat foamed milk.  Alexander sent me his schedule last night; he called and sounded good.  His happiness blends with mine.