The Witch of November

Suddenly, November is half over. Thanksgiving is about a week away; the holiday season begins in earnest.

It’s barely light out when we leave for work in the morning; night has already blanketed the neighborhood when I pull into the driveway.

There’s a chill in the air waiting to creep into my bones: I miss spring. In spring, everything seems fresh and new and clean. All of the energy pent up over a grey and dismal winter is straining to be released. Colors assault your eyes with vibrancy.

Somehow, life got in the way of me seeing the subtle changes around me: fall is now fading into winter.


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