This past week, amidst the normal blur of conference calls, weekly meetings and my ever present procrastination, I found myself day dreaming.

There is a sort of melancholy that happens with each new season. As though life has finally caught up with you, and you realize the closing of another chapter.

While the fall was fresh, crisp and inviting with its spicy cider and cozy scarfs, and winter promises powdered sugar trees and sweet mulled wine, I’ve been recollecting on my summer a few years ago lost among the land of 10,000 lakes and exploring an introverted side of myself that I have never really known.

I had time to think, read good books and take naps. I spent long days in freckled skin drinking fresh lemonade and eating grilled corn.

Time was spent in deep conversations with my extended family, learning more about one another than the brief snippets shared on family vacations.

Laughter and conversations brought back memories that help explain the people that we are today, and maybe glimpses of what is still to come.

I also had time to write. The only writing I’ve ever really done has been for school, and now this blog, but even Chasing Whimsy technically started as a school project.

That being said, here is a little glimpse of what captured my heart that summer, and found its way first from my pen and paper, now to a computer screen.

“She was blonde. With lightly tousled hair- it had more body than could be considered straight, yet not enough to call it wavy.

She sat in the window, the hazy morning greeting her, drowning her in soft white light.

The window had thick white trim, faded and chipped along the edges. It stuck when first tried to be open, making a light splitting noise, as though the earth was opening up to the beauty unfolding before it.

It was here that she thought. Thought about what the day would hold, and what she really wanted out of life- who she wanted to be.

Day in and Day out she started her mornings this way: contemplating possibilities.”