The Comfort Of Changing Seasons

Our traveling souls don't stop anticipating the cool, crisp freshness that autumn brings! The need for a heavy sweater in the morning, the nip of a chill as you shuffle through streets covered in the gold of fallen leaves. The smoky piquant smell of burning leaves dampened by an autumn rain. Almost heaven.

The Clown Motel Is A Thing

It was a casual mention, yet one SO PROFOUND it gave me nightmares last night. The. Clown. Motel. What is this place? A motel FOR clowns? A motel run BY clowns? A motel whose decor is in celebration OF clowns? WHAT IS IT?