Cold and dark. That’s what’s going on here. Cold, snow, shorter days.
I’m missing the warm colorful autumn that disappeared 2 weeks ago. The trees were filled with yellows and browns and now with the snow – the color has gone.
November makes me feel vulnerable. I miss the warmth. I long for color. I want something to fill the void.
I’m doing things to keep active. I’m reading. I’m socializing. I’m reaching out. And still …
I wish I could stay what’s missing. Is it the sunlight? Is it the end of my favorite season? I don’t know.
Maybe it’s because Christmas is already in the stores, on television, and in magazines and I’ve yet to say good-bye to autumn.
I wonder if it’s just me.
My antidote is to keep active. To accept invitations. To create events.
Is it just me?