autumn’s close

drawing

hot lemon water
Our walks are short and cold, punctuated by as many little stops to warm our noses as we can find.  Night comes early.  It has been a long and pleasant autumn.  As it closes, we turn indoors.  We make messes and clean them.  We make food and eat it.  We draw.  We write.  We read.

I feel like myself in winter, and I like these cold months, though I might prefer that there were only three of them, and no one had to drive on snowy roads.

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