Fall in London is a thing of beauty because wherever there is a tree in the midst of its seasonal change there is a break to the gray which typically blankets Britain in November. Today, I am grateful for every leaf.
In my travels I've met many women going through treatment, celebrating having just completed treatment or marking a cancer-free milestone. Most of these encounters have been in a tropical place proving I'm not alone in my love for a beach.
I've trodden my fair share of roads by foot, bicycle and rusted-out van. The ones I've driven, windows down, music blasted -- perhaps "Born to Run" eaten up quickly by the wind -- have meant the most to me.