For months I resisted taking the same walking route every day. I wanted to shake things up, fight off boredom. But the weather is changing and I have noticed that taking the same path is not so dull after all. I like this particular route because it keeps me on the wider side of the road with more space to move off when cars some zipping past. In the last few weeks, I have smelled woodsmoke that reminded me of camping trips. I peeked down a private road and noticed a log cabin in the woods. It reminded me of the Lincoln Logs our daughters had. And then one morning, I saw this view – the sun off in the distance, determined not to let the fog keep it out of view. This route also takes me past the houses that decorated so creatively at Halloween. This weekend I could see the beginnings of Christmas showing up in those same yards. I just need to remember to keep my eyes on the lookout for something new. Something like joy peeking out of the fog.