sunny morning breakfast with omar. cool enough to be eaten with a scarf. the scarf came off as i found my way to what i thought would be a quiet library with a short line for early voting. everyone else thought the same thing.
warm afternoon lunch eaten on the run while on the hunt to buy the first jacket in over six or so years.
breezy evening dinner with husband and kids and parents and cousin. doors were open and boats were watched and the scarf wound its way back around me.