Tuesday, November 3rd, 2015
Home has come to visit me in the form of winter clouds.
The cold nips my nose and numbs my fingers, but my sweater blankets over my heart, even if my lungs breathe in oxygen from icy air.
Though the trees are not green like home, as I mentioned in my last post, the fact that the clouds have even considered coming to this town is enough to be thankful for.
Thankfulness––that's really the theme of November, isn't it? With thanksgiving coming around and whatnot.
Now that it's finally below seventy degrees Fahrenheit here, I wonder if the leaves will change color, but maybe that's being too hopeful.
Dusk cloaks over in a blink of an eye, and the exhale of my breath forms a cloud of warmth, mingling with the slow molecules in the atmosphere.
This weather is fueling my creativity and sending it off in crazy directions––maybe that's why people write and drink a lot of hot tea or coffee where I'm from. I think I've had four cups of tea just today.
Blue––summer waters, a clear sky, a night sky, depths of the ocean––the winter cold. I like blue for these reasons, too.
Appreciate the cold while it lasts,