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Hello bonjour, cats et kittens. Photos this rain-streaked night are begged, bartered and (mostly) stolen, for my camera is being temperamental. Forging ahead, though, sans shots courtesty of myself, is the name of the game pour moi this evening. I am feeling rather reflective...my bedroom is in the complete glory of disarray...half my closet and an estimated one trillion other objects of the miscellanious sort are strewn all about. I cannot see my bedroom floor for the books, boots, dresses, scarves, et al. In stark contrast to this chaotic space that currently surrounds me like a very daunting sea, I am feeling calm and refreshed. Thanksgiving with mum, dad and brothers was intensely relaxing and decadently low-key. Fires, cats, Monopoly avec les garcons, a little red wine, a lot of Leonard Cohen and some gray prairie rain...my head was cleared and my heart lightened.

My last number of days in the land of home have melted by with a strangely effortless grace. This city is at it's best...if there is one thing Winnipeg wears well, it is autumn, oui? Here are a few golden reasons why I am such a lover of this season...

-dead leaves crackling under boots.
-layering on scarves and sweaters for an afternoon of reading by the river.
-pumpkin spice lattes.
-watching "Amelie" for the seventeenth time, and still being inspired.
-catnaps midway through a frosty day.
-curling up with cup after cup of earl gray tea and the crossword.
-letter-writing.
-a newborn season of Grey's.
-the latest Iron and Wine album, in all its brilliance.
-London/Paris fashion weeks.
-my fiery-warm apartment.
-goodbye, geese.
-splurging on long lusted-after books and magazines for my trip.
-pristine bicycle weather.
-cool hands and flushed, wind-kissed cheeks.
-the air by night.
-i could go far, far on...

That's it that's all. Next time I write it will be with a different light in my eyes and energy coursing through my body.
Love, etc.