Not Christmas, but crisp, late fall. I love the dark velvety sky and creamy clouds in the morning. I grew up thinking of it as late September weather in Wisconsin, but here in DC, it’s November. I feel rested and pleasant and running seems appealing again, if only to build a little ball of heat inside.
Thank you for indulging this flight of fancy. God help me if it turns into cold, rainy fall. And don’t be mad if I decide Thanksgiving, then Advent, Christmas, spring, or May are my favorites.