It’s here. No, really here. I know the first day of fall occurred weeks ago, but the weather has been so warm and forgiving, I’ve been denying summer really just turned and walked away. Then this morning the weatherman said it : snow. It’s a bit of a flurry that has a mere chance of occurring on Friday, but nevertheless he said it: snow.
Everyone I meet says, “Enjoy this now, ’cause you know what’s coming!”. I do enjoy it now, but I don’t look at the snow and cold weather that’s knocking on my door as an unwelcome guest like most people do. I usher in the cold, start a fire, grab a blanket, and delve into reading and watching things that the lovely fall days spent in the garden or on the beach kept me from.
Late fall and Halloween point me inward. It’s part of what I love about living in the northeast. Much of who and how I am is driven by the change of seasons. Fall is spent building the cocoon, winter is spent resting and renewing the spirit, spring is emerging strong and new, and summer is a time to run and play hard, using up what was learned, only to arrive tired and ready to slow down for another autumn.
And so, as another day goes by, in the words of Mark Twain; “Shut the door. Not that it lets the cold in, but that it lets the coziness out”, and…I have written.
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