I am so looking forward to winter. Even though it is already cold here it is not quite winter, and notwithstanding the season’s pending arrival, or in spite of it, a crisp chill is visiting. It hitched a ride on the scent of ocean salt, and spread itself across the sky within the echoing honks of sea gulls.
How jealous I am of the Pine trees that shimmer within the mystical aura of November’s exit dance, slowly and reluctantly making a pathway for December‘s white winter days ahead.
We will make a welcome for you, sweet December, in an overstuffed chair near the hearth of burning embers.
Photographic credit:
Winter in Oregon by Alden Swan.
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