i sit in the pink pyjamas. a mug of hot cocoa from bruges has just been gulped to soothe the grating in my throat. it was rich and wholesome as only chocolate from europe can be. yummy..and i suddenly had the urge to open this blog page and blurt again. life has been whirring by with the occasional flutters. for the first time i enjoyed the fall, though. the crispy foliage and edward hopper views. auburn leaves marrying the orange ones, bullying the green ones. a pumpkin in the back of my car has spilled its rotten guts onto the smooth carpet interior and now halloween for me smells of rotten pumpkins that don't destain..instead of the wafting aroma of pumpkin cinnamony spiced lattes and scones from the coffee cartel..it is starting to get chilly now and the darkness creeps in earlier everyday, but i am dreaming of a fireplace and roasted chestnuts and hardwood floors that will be a shade between brazilian cherry and plain old cherry..and a beautifully winding wooden staircase overlooking windows of stained glass and stained flowers..a front porch worthy of a mint julep and a swing. a sun room filled with sun...yes, the hopes and dreams of a new home buyer..