life of a georgia Artist

  Kris Atomic Who is with me when I say, " I MISS COFFEE SHOPS." I miss the connections, the conversations,the meeting new friends,meeting for a meeting. I am an introvert by nature and being a wall flower in a coffee shop allows me connections without speaking. I sit in a corner. I see peoples lives before me.  That man looks like a surgeon, that one looks like a manager, that lady with the three kids looks like she needs a jolt of caffeine fast before her kids get yelled at for her patience wearing thin. Coffee shops connect us, be it only for a short time, but they do. They are our third place. The place where we feel safe. The place where we come together as a community, but we each go out separate way. Covid, in its length, has forced new normals. It has forced us to change how we interact. We have zoom meetings with everyone with business up top and Pj's on bottom. We now visit our loved ones from the curbs. We talk through doors, screens, and everything else at a s

  alliso n christine   September is here. I felt a jolt of joy in my heart as I flipped the calendar this morning. Autumn is nipping at Septembers heels. Cooler temperatures are coming soon. The seasons are shifting and I feel every flicker as they do. Yes, this is my fifty-second fall, but yes, this is my season. Cooler weathers, windows open, breezes dancing with my curtains. This is my season of Joy! Fall comes in like a whisper. It is soft and gentle with us. It nudges summer slowly out of the way and leaves us yearning for campfires, for lit candles, for snuggles under cozy blankets, and dreaming of hot cocoa. This is a season filled with excitement. Pumpkin spiced coffee, breezes blowing my hair, the cat jumping from window to open window, trying to tell off the squirrels. This is the season of changing leaves, of raking, of trimming bushes and burning the cut offs. It makes me feel loved. It is as if the season has reached out its outstretched branches and nuzzled me in for so