From warm summer-like days
to the frigid chill of late autumn,
our weather has been on a roller coaster this week.
On the warm days, I lamented all the leaves that had fallen
on my freshly cleaned deck and sidewalks.
Now that the temperature is in the mid-40s,
I don't care at all.
I'm only thinking of ways to avoid going outside.
Marcel Proust said:
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
I'm not so certain he was speaking literally,
but when the weather gets colder, I do recreate my world:
I turn my house into a little nest
and try to stay warm.
And if I could, I might just stay inside until the first warm day of spring.