There is a clothing store nearby, so I decided to check it out. I have shopped there before and they have some good deals. I saw some affordable, classy, black pants, but the store doesn't sell my size. I took this as a sign that I don't need new pants. The store is connected to a grocery store that reminds of the store where my family has shopped since I was young. I stopped in just because the store reminded me of home. The atmosphere is a bit more professional than other grocery stores in my area and produce is more expensive, but it was a refreshing change. The store wasn't jammed with people or merchandise. I had room to move. I was a bit hungry and found half loaves of french bread on sale. Good bread is one of life's pleasures.
I came home and ate bread and drank steaming black hazelnut coffee for dinner. All afternoon the sky looked cloudy. Every now and then I would stop shopping to size up the sky and clouds. I wasn't close to home, so rain wouldn't be good. Thankfully the rain waited until later tonight. I felt sprinkling on the way home from a stop at the drugstore.
The leaves are beautiful. The red ones are my favourite. I spent the better part of tonight talking to the Observer, drinking strawberry herbal tea, and listening to some the best songs I know on my computer. The cars are swooshing on the wet roads. I can hear them through the big window that is right beside me.
My stomach has been a big challenge this weekend. It has prevented me from seeing the Observer as much I would like. Whenever I am in this state, I spend more time with my parents and need to stick to home as much as possible. I know the Observer understands, but not seeing each other is hard. I will be back to my old self soon. In the meantime, the pretty leaves will have to be reason enough to smile until we meet again.