It's a quiet Sunday and the damp, Seattle air is all too willing to chill me to the bone if I don't fight it off with hot beverages and my trusty wool sweater that is rabbit-soft from almost daily wear and washing. After quickly downing a cup of hot espresso this morning, I mustered up the courage to stick a hat on my head and take a walk around the old neighborhood. It really is beautiful right now and I was reminded of how much I love this city. The maple leaves are spectacular in a variety of gold hues, there's a fresh breeze in the air that faintly smells like the ocean and a few of our old craftsmen style homes have smoke coming from their chimneys. All signs that Thanksgiving is almost here.
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