With everyone talking about the upcoming elections and the hopeful change that will come with the results, I want to talk about my own kind of change.
We’ve lived in Ruston, this time around, for more than three years. In that time we have never really had any issues with anyone in our neighborhood. Luckily, we live around some pretty amazing people.
In fact, there have been times that our neighbors directly to our left have come over just to make sure we were doing OK, and weren’t in need of anything.
With all of the back and forth happening in politics, it’s hard to know which way to turn.
I was always taught not to vote with party, but with the person.
It’s never been an issue — for the nine years I’ve been a voter — for me to decide between candidates in any race. But even with the debates, finding a candidate that I feel confident about standing up beside and saying, “Yep, they’re the one” just hasn’t happened yet.
You can feel it in the air — the crispness and freshness as you soak in the cooler temperatures and lower levels of humidity.
It can be seen in the falling pine needles, raining down and dusting over grassy yards like confetti as other trees’ leaves begin changing into hues of gold, orange and red, not unlike the brilliant sunsets we see this time of year.
Yes, it feels like fall has arrived in Lincoln Parish as air conditioners are turned off and windows are opened, releasing the musky staleness of a long summer.