cabin fever.

the gray skies of today are reminding me of falls arrival in new england growing up. the colder wet days in the woods, cabin hangouts, the sound of trampling over soggy leaves, and the smell of wood stoves firing up for the first time since winter. while it may not be quite that time, and i may not live in the northeast anymore, i feel it in my bones, and my dreams. I would love to curl up in any of these places right about now.