Driving to work this morning the sky was streaked with pink clouds. I came out of the canopy of trees along falls rd and there was an amazing sunrise. It made me want to be in upstate New York, pulling on my shabby bean boots and jeans with a man’s quilted flannel shirt instead of bejeweled and suited up for work. There is something about going inside for 8 hours on a beautiful fall day that really brings me down. I’d rather have lots less money and be out there hunting and gathering for winter. Canning and freezing, getting my firewood ready. Storing up books for reading later.