I am enjoying a dreary November day. It is a bit foggy and overcast, so the day is
dark. The air is still and the trees are
bare. It’s chilly. I had a fire in the fireplace this morning
and may need one again before long. For now,
I am wrapped comfortably in a wool sweater, my hands warmed by a cup of hot
chocolate. This is how November should
be. At least it’s what I think of when I
think of November.
Novembers should be chilly and raw, not sunny and bright
like an October afternoon. So in an odd
way, the dreariness makes me happy. Today feels like a normal November day,
dreariness and all.
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Kali's birthday is November 28, and she always associates her birthday (and all of November, for that matter) with dreariness. I don't mind dreary occasionally; in fact, I relish it. We lived in Florida for 7 years, and the weather there is monotonous. Nice image, but I wouldn't call it dreary.
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