Hello 43. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while. Hello blanket lined jean jacket. And soft-as-down butter yellow sweatshirt. Leaves done to a crispy gold and brown. And tonight, leaving the hospital, the scent of a wood fire in the air to bring it all together.
It will probably be a long dark time before we see an evening fit for shorts and a t-shirt. Half the state over the age of 60 will soon be leaving for points south and west 'til sometime around April. Or May. Most of the other half will be here complaining about the cold. I'll be here mostly smiling.
One of the most lame phrases of all time: "Change is hard." Lame, and inaccurate. Change is change, Good, bad, or indifferent. What happens next is often up to the individual. What's the old saying? A door closes, a window opens? For sure-- just might want to close that window a bit this evening as the night gets deeper.
So, for me, it's all good. There are days coming that will be miserably cold. But it's all good. And a night that looks, feels, and smells like tonight just really makes a guy believe it.
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