We drove down to Horseshoe Lake this afternoon, in case there were still pretty leaves. There were. The cypress trees are at maximum prettiness right now. We figured we better go out and enjoy them before deer season start and some lunkhead from Chicago shoots us.

While we walked around admiring the pretty trees and the nice autumn smells, we talked about how many disparate events had to happen in both of our lives to cause us to be here, together, at this time. It boggles the mind.

Yay for kismet. :-)