Autumn is slowly sneaking its way back in. Even with this high humidity, all the signs are starting to show. Falling leaves, crisp, sharp light in the mornings and evenings right before twilight. September to me is a bittersweet, transitional time of year and I always feel a little sad to see it go, especially this year for some reason.

 

These photos are from this past winter, when a group of us stayed in the countryside for a last minute weekend away. Megan and I spent around 3 hours sitting in the pool and by the time we got out, all of my fingers were wrinkled up. That same night we played Monopoly after a long dinner and deep conversation and I still remember my tiny lemon dessert stick that bursted with flavour. On the morning we left, everyone went horse back riding but I couldn’t ride so I walked around the hotel grounds and took these photos instead.