I’m sorry—I’m not even going to try and excuse myself for the past few days. It isn’t day 4. I think it’s day 7. Maybe 6. Again, No excuses, I just didn’t write.
Today is one of those days when you just realize that winter is coming and that it’s right around the corner. I look out across the valley behind my house (I’m not being poetic, we live on a mountain with vineyards going down our backyard and all across the valley—maybe it’s a little poetic) and it’s hazy out. The mountains you can usually see for miles away are now just mere outlines.
The sun is shining now which seems to melt some of the hazy fog away, but I’m not fooled by the sun. It’s too bright for it to be warm. I know that sounds silly, but there are some cold days when you look outside and you want to be fooled by the sun’s brightness. You want to believe that if you just stood in the sun for some time you could become warm. But it isn’t. It’s as deceiving as it is when there’s snow on the ground, and the sun twinkles and blinds you and you think “Well maybe the snow is cold, but the air can’t be!”
Winter is right around the corner. I remember at the end of summer how I thought I could never live through another winter this year. Last year’s lasted from October to April, and I didn’t think I’d ever be ready for it. But now I am. I’m ready for the leaves to completely leave the trees, because it gives me things to look forward to.
If I didn’t have a calendar, I could always live off of the weather. Okay, it’s getting cold—that means Thanksgiving is coming up when we’re traveling. And then a few weeks after that we’ll be in New York for Christmas. Okay, I can handle the cold. I have things to do.