It’s been awhile since I updated this space so here goes.
For starters, Christmas is a month away and we’re about the bid 2015 goodbye when I still have to stop and think if we’re in 2014 or 2015 when I write the date. You would think that after writing dates for 11 months, one would get used to writing 2015 but I think my internal clock stopped in 2014, and this year’s seems like nothing but a fleeting moment.
The love/hate relationship with the cold is starting to set in, and for the past 2 years, I loved the cold. But now, it creeps into my bones through the means of violent gusts of winds racing through the blocks. Hence the love/hate relationship.
Remnants of autumn