Tonight has been a remembering night - caused by what, I'm not sure. The turning of the seasons?
But I've been thinking, and remembering, and wondering where all my old friends have gone, and what they're doing.
People I never thought I'd think twice about after leaving high school float lazily through my mind, their faces unlined, their grins the same. Remembering their laughter.
Some days I wish I'd seen how all their lives played out. Facebook is a good thing, but hardly a substitute to kitchen-table talk and late-night laughing with friends.
I don't regret moving here, raising a family here or being here at all - I just wish I'd held the strings tighter to the ones at home.
I think it's time for a trip back - see a few girlfriends, laugh about our lives and re-connect.
Maybe at Christmas.
Hmm. More probably next year.
But it will be soon! I have things I want to show my children while they're still young.
In the meantime, I'll enjoy the autumn....
dig out the sweaters, and enjoy the scent of woodsmoke and crisped leaves that drifts near with each lungful of bracingly clean, cold air.