A chill is in the air this weekend. I haven’t been outside for a few days, yet I can feel the draft seep in when sitting near the kitchen window. Winter made an unannounced visit to remind autumn that yes, the dormant season is right around the corner.
This time of year brings its blend of celebration and sadness. Celebrations, since Thanksgiving and Christmas brings together family and friends. Sadness due to some of my loved ones departing around this period. December 1 would’ve been my mother’s 66th birthday, and that time is always difficult. Next weekend will be a year since mine and Andy’s beloved beagle Daisy went to the Rainbow Bridge. I still remember the day she passed. I think those memories will always stick with me.
Perhaps I feel so melancholic today due to being stuck in the house most of the week. Cabin fever is a wicked thing.