Gathering

 Each morning I fight the urge to slip back under the warm covers.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kids walk to the bus stop in the dark. Jackets, hats, and gloves are resurected from the bowels of the hall closet. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nature is slowing down, getting ready to go to sleep. 

 Poodles, however, are another story.