The Modern Trail

The Fall, reminds me of so many things. Riding bicycles in Fresh Meadow's and only stopping for ice cream or to split a small bite and steal a moment under the sun. Going home to my mom's, driving around the suburbs, and realizing how beautiful it all really is. Growing up, I guess I never stopped running around - or riding in cars with boys - to really look up and notice how many trees lined our street, or how there are "like, actually, so many pretty flowers in the backyard, ma." - Insert 'selfie' - The Fall, feels like going home again to find that nothing has changed, except maybe you. Maybe now, you're a season wiser and find that happiness starts by looking...