The next day goes by like a blur. Everything in the schedule is normal, but the details are very different.
I get up and have a morning walk with Joey, then breakfast with both guys until Mrs. Santiago arrives. My lesson goes on for an hour, then I doodle while Eric and Joey work other than a break for lunch. Dinner time starts like normal, and after an evening of games and hanging out, we go to bed.
Normal, right?
But the details in between aren't the same. My walk with Joey is peaceful, sure. The cold morning air mists around us, and I notice how quiet the forest has become. The animals have seen the trees completely engulfed in the colors of flame, their autumn leaves fully setting in. They know what this means; winter is coming. And so, many have made their beds and begun their annu
