The weather has been perfect. Just the right amount of chill to turn the leaves and send the bugs away so my other half and I can take nice long hikes.

Last Sunday we visited nearby Bradbury Mountain.

It was so lovely but also very crowded. The view from the summit was still gorgeous, despite all the people, and the park is so big that once you’re on the trails you rarely come across other hikers.

We plan on visiting again in the spring. The mountain is supposed to be a great spot to watch hawks then. I guess they like to mate there. I can understand why. Seriously, it was super beautiful.


I love hawks. They are supposed to be very loyal and friendly birds. They have long been hunting partners and companions for people, much like dogs.

I like what they represent as well. They’re known for being keen-eyed and observant. This has translated into them symbolizing insight and perceptiveness. It is my dad’s spirit animal.

I’ve been wanting a hawk tattoo for some time. A couple years actually. I almost have the design I want pinned down. Maybe I should save up and plan to get it after I see them in the spring, as a kind of commemoration.



Early Mornings


I think the thing I love most about moving to New England is that (so far anyways) almost every morning is blanketed in wonderful fog. My morning commute is beautiful. My apartment is on the river along with these gorgeous old factory buildings. So that’s the first thing I see on my way to work. Then I drive through a cute town and towards the lovely salt water swamps that my office is next to.

I don’t know if it’s the fog or that they have trees EVERYWHERE, but nothing seems big here. Or really little either. In New York, everything had scale. You either felt smothered and stagnant in a tiny town, or crushed in the cold rush of the city. It was hard to find a comfortable balance between being close to nature and friendly faces or being somewhere you could get a job.

Here, it’s different. Even the largest city still feels like a sleepy town and everyone is warm and welcoming. I’m never far from the forest and I love living on the coast and being able to see the ocean any time I want.

And the leaves have finally turned. I’m so excited to visit the beach once the snow starts to fall. Until then, we plan on squeezing in a few more hikes. This is the best time of year for hiking.