Tonight, I heard the first flock of geese this season. I'm sure they've been migrating for weeks now, but I'm inside most of the day, then come home to my second job of the day as chief cook and bottle washer, another inside job.
We've had a front move in and the cloud cover prevented me from actually seeing them, but they lingered - whether they were a large flock or just circling, lost -long enough for me to sit in my swing and listen for a few minutes.
Winter is my favorite season. I love sweaters, low humidity (a must for natural curly hair like mine), crispness in the air, gray skies, and rain makes it even better. Yes, I'm a freak. I love rainy, winter days. I love to curl up, with a blanket and a book, of course, and just look out the window.
Something about it sparks my imagination. Perhaps it's just the coziness and the sense that everything has slowed down for a reason. It's just around the corner and I can't wait!