It's quiet here during the day. Like, horror movie quiet when you reach the middle of the woods. The leaves are crisping and falling all over the place. It's jacket weather... and I'm in luck because I just so happen to be a jacket hoarder. It's times like this that I do not miss the city at all. The only sense of nature I had while living in Toronto was from a few trees across the street from us, planted in a small park. How I missed the country so badly! This is where I want to stay. This is home.