Path through the Autumn Mist (by ☩ D L Ennis)
Eye of the soul
And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
