With a single sweep of the clock hands, a single flip of the calendar page, November is over, and December is here.
In my neighborhood, November ended with meteorological drama: 70+ degrees in the afternoon descending to a rainy 35 before midnight on the morning of the 30th, with snow – SNOW! – during the morning and early afternoon.
I usually wait til the first weekend in December to decorate my house, but I wanted to take advantage of Wednesday’s warm temperatures, and I also wanted the lights up so I could watch them shimmer in the mist. Lights seem to twinkle more when there’s rain or snow.
As the day progressed, the sky almost cleared, then grew blacker, though when I took the dogs out into the icy yard just a few moments ago, the moon was shining brightly, and the running lights from planes high above the trees were sparkling in the frosty air.
And now it’s December, and Christmas is coming bringing family with it, and somehow, somehow, after dreary November, everything seems bright and full of hope again.