My plants have been moved inside, and my porch is decidedly less clement than it was a week ago. It's clear and cold. My ride to Sherman this morning to get coffee and a blueberry scone was windy and made my eyes tear and my fingers numb. I need a hat. I need gloves. I need warm sweaters and new pants. I'm wearing leg warmers and a sweatshirt and a jacket, and I'm still chilly. Shivery. Sniffly.
Time for warm baths and hot tea. Time, long past time, to take the air conditioner out of my bedroom window. Time to dream of tropical weather and flip-flops. Time to regret not going to the beach more often. Time to go to California in a couple of weeks and soften the sharpness of New England's brittle air.
The shift makes me think of fruit trees. Makes me think of faraway possibilities. Of coziness and comfort. Of daydreams. Of how I might soften hunched shoulders and clenched jaw. It makes me want to learn how to knit.
Simple things that seem semi-possible.
Posted by thevieve at October 15, 2006 10:42 AMOne thing I will never miss about the east coast are the winters. At least, the feeling of the winters. Visually, they are very nice.
Posted by: jay on October 15, 2006 4:38 PMclement.
Posted by: cromulent on October 15, 2006 11:49 PMLet's hit that knitting circle soon! You can learn how to create your own winter wardrobe, it'll be like Project Runway, with yarn...
Posted by: Emily on October 16, 2006 6:35 AM