The farm next to Eric's house is beginning to bundle its hay for the winter.

Yesterday was the first time I smelled “Fall” in the morning, and tonight is the full moon. Perhaps I should have known that Eric and I would have had an argument about what I’ve “reaped” thus far. I think the message is that I should be thankful for what I have right now, not perpetually pining for a distant future. I just landed a promotion with a 15% pay raise, my managers like me, and I’m able to practice writing more. Eric hasn’t gone to school yet, my best friend is back from college, and I’m getting to know my coworkers better. For now, that should be enough.