Nearly all the leaves have fallen from the trees and a biting cold wind has started to blow, attempting to pierce my skin if I stand outside long enough. People all around me complain and ask friends who are about to leave on vacation to, “Please bring the warm weather back with you.”
I love the cold and look forward to the snow. I want to settle into my house, cover up with cozy blankets, and hibernate. All I need now is a mug of piping hot coffee and a square of salted dark chocolate.
I’m ready to write again.
