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.

Path through the Autumn Mist (by ☩ D L Ennis)

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson  (via thesearepeopleyouknow)