A soft morning. A softer transition than expected. Colder but only a bit.
A November mist, like a curtain separating yesterday from tomorrow. Leftover moisture from the recent warm days. Leaving. I can almost hear it going. And so it will begin. The cold will take hold. We are prepared, yet that feeling of confinement is unavoidable. The strategy for winter this year has more layers. Managing them. All triggered by weather. On the coldest days, the ones with below freezing temperatures, we will again retreat to one room. Saving wood so we can really spread out on more moderate days. Managing it day by day with close attention. Rocking right with it. Undoing schedule and sleeping when it makes the most sense.
My blog schedule will change with the deep cold. Expected soon. I try to make a projection for winter, but instead I decide to stitch the mist. Unsure how to do that really.
So that is how winter might go. There is a beauty in that.
PS for all you travellers joining me in Small Journeys, I added a layer to yesterday's post. That might happen in this season of uncertainty. You might just check the monthly index now and then to catch the order of things.