Paris is better at night.

I think it's safe to say that Paris is better at night - there's something about the streets.. possibly they seem more grandeur and sophisticated or maybe just empty.  There's something about the streets that seems mystifying with the lights, and the reflections, and I don't feel rushed anymore.  I'm not a tourist because museums are closed, and I have no place to be, so I'm walking without bustle or gypsies, just among little hidden thieves and cool-weathered clothes - it's better that way.  So perhaps when I found myself alone in my hotel past midnight, I liked the Paris solace too much to draw attention to a missing roommate, and perhaps she thanked me for her time in the streets.  

Skyler is published

And at the young age of 13.

Feelings of Fall

Orange and yellow leaves crunching under my feet

The sound of football cheering and wind in the trees 

Music of birds chirping ready to head south

Snapping sticks crackle when walking in the fields

When I taste the hot cocoa or pumpkin pie

The taste of dull air while riding bikes in the mountains

Apple cider and cinnamon, nutmeg and more

Taste of the sweet corn after the harvest

The smell of wet leaves when falling from trees

Smelling strong campfires from the canyon up north 

The humid air from the river flowing strong

The dark sweet smell from the pines in the forest

Warm smooth fleece blankets when time for bed

The touch of crackling leaves on my hands and feet 

The bumps of gourds and pumpkins when decorating the house

Touching the wheat grains from the field out back

Catching sight of the tree colors; reds, yellows, and oranges

Measles on the mountains turning red to brown

Houses with orange pumpkins in rows on the porch 

The sight of cornfields and hay stacked up high

Falling for fall.

A day of green with my favorite people.

A little late?… And I'm posting about the wrong holiday? But the Daluga family spent their spring break with us in Park City.  Their visit has become an annual event (biannual when I can convince Linsey to visit me over Christmas break), and I look forward to it each year.  We went skiing and hot tubbing and played games and went running?… (Linsey is on the team for Purdue University, so she never takes a break from running, and somehow she always convinces me to go with her...) 

     

Fortunately we even got to spend St. Patrick's Day with them.  (minus Linsey and Mr. Daluga). Mrs. Daluga makes every holiday something worth while.  She brought everything green all the way from Indiana for us to wear.  So logically Cailey and I put on matching four-leaf-clover tattoos and bandanas and pins.  (Mine was a dancing leprechaun. :)  I love this family so much and was so sad that they had to leave.  I can't wait for my next adventure with the Daluga clan.

Hiking Dry Canyon on St. Patrick's Day. (My hair was in its prime?)

 Mother and daughter. :) 

 So many colors.

The colorful lineup.. 

 We reached the level of mountain goats?… semi dangerous.

Beautiful Cailey 

And Beautiful Linsey (from last year) since we somehow took zero pictures in Park City.