It's like we're living as guests to the wind.

I've always had a thing for these windy days. Something about knowing that the same breeze blowing through my hair right now, could have been whipping in between the legs of the surfers on Huntington Beach. Or maybe wrapping a scarf even tighter around a girl having coffee in Manhattan. Or who knows, it could have even snatched the napkin out of the hand of a gentleman in riding boots as he tried to wipe biscotti crumbs off of his face in Milan.

You just never know. 

Homemade tomato soup for dinner. Levi's favorite and what better thing to do on a brisk evening like this than to fill the house with the sweet smell of roasting veggies. Oh this life is just such a treat.