I feel that summer is slowly leaving us. Mornings are colder and days are not so hot any longer. Cool mornings help my running routine, but that’s about as positive as I can be about it. Along with the drop in temperature, sadness slowly creeps in and that terrifies me. I do what I can. This journal is one thing. Here are pages I haven’t shared yet (8-13 of 120). ‘She is grounded’ is my favorite. Which is yours?