change in weather
"1998 was the summer of sanctimony." This is one of the first lines of the movie I’m watching with Susan. It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon and I love it. Summer, not too unbearable this year, is turning into fall. The drive to and from church this morning was like floating through the light rain. The roads through this part of New Jersey wind through tree covered hills and I can’t wait for the leaves to change colors.
My mind, as though it had been hibernating through the warm summer, is starting to wake up. I feel like I can think more clearly now; all because of the change in weather.
The chili and chicken wings we had for lunch here at my attic-apartment tasted fresh and seemed to fit just right with the cool rain and clouds. I can’t wait for the hot chocolate I’ll soon be sipping.
