We spent Thanksgiving weekend around lake LBJ, an hour Northwest of Austin, TX.
The area around the lake, the Hill Country, is full of deers rummaging under the still-undergoing-fall-changes trees.
The sunlight through the trees is what really caught my eye.
There’s probably a poem somewhere in all that beauty, but right now studying for finals is calling. Plus I’m trying a new routine, 2,000 words per day for a month. Down 40,000 on a romance story (a new thing for me) and still ten days to go. We’ll see if I can extend it beyond the month. It’s quite effective so far.