nashville in the fall.
seems like a long time ago as temps this week dipped below my pants size, but this picture reminds me that it was warm, but not hot. cozy, but not smothering. in every way idyllic. in the fall i could be carefree, but not reckless. make plans with the promise of a rest before fulfilling them to mull them over and be certain.
everyone loves the change of seasons. offers a chance at newness in every area of life. but it’s important to me to remember the last season in the middle of this one, and to feel like i can be fall Abby today, even if the weather man might think differently.