Letters Home #27 💌

Writing from: Banff, Alberta

Dear Ones —

The birch tree outside my window is a brilliant hue of gold-yellow. The berries on the mountain ash are bursting with a brilliant shade of red. This morning when I left early to record a podcast in town with a local company, I thought I would be warm enough in my light puffy jacket. But, no. Fall is here. In the mountains, we often get the chill and colours before the season has officially changed.

I have lived in the Rockies for nearly two decades and the sudden change always catches me by surprise. This week, I’ve got an inner battle at play inside. I don’t want summer to be over — all the hiking, sunshine, sweaty runs and green grass. But I’m also ready for the change. Work has taken a backseat to playtime for the past few months, which was a big goal of mine for this summer. I will not miss out, I told myself. And I certainly did not. The other day I calculated that I have spent over thirty days either on full day trips or overnight backpacking trips between June and now…