It may be early in November, and not particularly cold, but the sky beyond my window is a chilly steel-gray, of the sort that creeps through the windows and hangs inside the house making it seem as though there’s never enough light.
I’ve kicked the heat on, just a little, to chase the chill from the air, but I still feel sort of drug-addled from the color of the light. So tempting to light every candle and put a log on the fire, but it really isn’t cold enough for the latter, and I desperately need to restock my votive supply.
I had cinnamon stick tea earlier, but I think a pot of coffee is called for now.
I wish I had read this entry BEFORE I pulled on my big hoodie (a totally Canadian thing, I know), my thick trench coat and my black beret as I got ready to walk the dog at 2:15 a.m. It’s a lot later than that now, and I still can’t tuck in…been thinking about the cold and the impending arrival of wintry weather under a steel gray sky.
Thank you for validating the imagery that’s been cycling through my head. I think I’ll make some tea now.
Our pre-winter chill is fleeting, and here in Texas winter is like fall for you – around February we see ice for a day or two, maybe.
Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be back in the 80’s.
I don’t mind the chilly days, but the gray light makes me moody.