The transition from autumn to winter is somewhat melancholy.
Autumn is my favorite season, yet at the same time it saddens me...it just comes and goes too quickly. Enjoying the colorful leaves and crisp air sometimes seems like a race against time.
I leave my house every morning at 8:25am...and every morning I examine the trees while I drive down my street. Everyday I think, "Today I will sit outside with nothing but a notebook and pencil-no phone or technology. And I will just absorb the beauty of this nature."
But, that day has yet to come. September is gone, October is gone, and the middle of November is upon us.
This morning as I drove down my street at 8:25am, I noticed the trees beginning to look bare. Almost a blue look to them-no longer full of vibrant life.
It left me feeling a bit empty-like something just slipped through my fingers.
Then, I flicked my windshield. I heard ice chunks fall to the ground. I looked to my temperature gauge and saw that it was 31 degrees.
Reality is setting in-the cold is here. Many of us suffer from a bit of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think everyone does to a certain extent. But it really gets me down.
I guess all I can do is turn on my space heater, burn warm smelling candles, drink coffee, and try to think of all the beautiful things about this frigid season.
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