The world is soft gray, as the daylight winds down at only 3:30 in the afternoon.
Soft light filtering through the panes of glass.
Autumn clings, not yet ready to give up… winter only a short month away.
I gaze out my kitchen window. The fields surrounding my house are brown.
Dead or dying. Brittle.
Leafless trees…but, not lifeless.
I see their barren limbs silhouetted against the late November sky.
The air is crisp, and I breathe it in.
The faint smell of someone’s wood stove, working hard to shake the chill.
This time of the year is a favorite.
Thanksgiving, next week. All the blessings acknowledged. Heads and hearts bowed.