November

By way of making up for 2 days in one post, I will write about the weather, which has been much the same today and yesterday. It is grey and cold, but the thick blanket of clouds takes the sharpness out of the cold and wards off the frost I've been scraping of my car of late. The view from every window in my house is beautiful, even in these conditions. The fog mutes the tree colors, giving me the eyes of an impressionist. From the window I'm looking out now, this backdrop is dotted with grey and red roofs and given added drama by a tree that has already let go of its leaf burden. He doesn't look dead, he looks liberated.