My cousin Liz holds a huge piece of my heart. Because hundreds of miles separated us in childhood, we did not become close until we were well into adulthood. I will be eternally grateful for that, and I just hate it when a year goes by without seeing her. She lives up north, and one of the most beautiful sights in my personal universe is the view from her window—all trees, mountains, sky, and birds at the feeders (or maybe a moose, though with our luck, probably not). Needless to say, in autumn, when the light hits just right, the view from Liz’s window is nothing short of a gift from heaven.

P.S. Credit where it’s due… We love you, too, Buddy, without whom that view would probably not be possible!

September songl.

Autumn light.

Dusk setting in.