It is rainy and chilly and dreary as I write on Monday afternoon. Here in Central Massachusetts, we were fortunate to avoid the worst of Hurricane Lee over the weekend, and the rest of the week looks sunny. But I’m feeling the chill in my hands today, knowing that fall officially begins this Saturday.
Already, the days are notably shorter, the transition even more striking since we came back from the Baltics, where the sun sets later because it’s farther north.
And so, it’s time to make my annual adjustment, mentally and physically, to inevitable colder weather. I should be used to it by now, but I always hate to bid summer adieu. Time for lined leggings and sweaters and wrist-warmers, heavier coats and gloves and hats, more effort to get dressed and out the door.
Sigh.
At least there is fall foliage to look forward to. That, and crisp air, and fewer mosquitoes, and the way that autumn light etches shadows. Even as leaves begin to drop and trees harden off for winter, new buds are forming. My hands will adjust as I remind myself: Only three more months until the pendulum swings and the days grow longer, once again.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
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