i say it every year: fall happened over night
welcome to it, friends!
instead of being cooped up studying last night (biochemistry exam: today) ian and i ventured down to the wharf pub for a pizza. yes, i know– the post right below this one is 110% contrary to that of what we did last night. but, we needed it last night. plus, we ran out of propane. ha!
we sat outside– i wore a vest and he wore a flannel. i had a glass of wine and he had a beer. i had a smile on and so did he. the tourist have thankfully found their way home and the wharf pub seemed to give us that little spark of ‘home’. every winter ian and i find ourselves taking off our jackets, stomping the snow off our boots and pulling out a stool to sit on at our favorite little pub. it’s a special place for us. and it’s back.
there are nights (special nights) that are meant for hot pizza, a cold brew and one on one conversation.
i think i can say it’s my favorite time of year– although i do say that a lot.