Friday Fhoughts: Nov. 20, 2020

My breath appears before my eyes when I step outside to view the night sky. (The rhyming was not planned.) The leaves are just about gone. The chill increases on the daily. Autumn begins to give way to winter. My six months of glee is almost half over (big fan of the colder months, you know). My warmest I’m-the-Michelin-Man jacket came out of the closet twice this week. Haven’t found the gloves that match my rainbow scarf yet. They’re around here somewhere…

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Introvert’s Lament

A rare moment alone, so I sit in silence, not saying a word. I can do this for hours, perhaps days (have to try that). No music. No TV. Just the sound of the wind outside my window blowing through the trees (whose leaves may never change color since the temps are back in the 80s).

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