Am I the only one who gets this upset, I thought to myself as I sat in the car crying? Maybe I’m just too sensitive. Does anyone else fantasize about moving to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, away from cars and roads and anything that might cause harm to wildlife?
It’s Saturday night and the wind is howling up here on the hill where we live. It’s finally starting to feel seasonably cold even though I understand we’re in for sixty-degree weather on Christmas day.
I sit here staring out my bedroom window at the bare trees swaying in a cold wind that foretells winter. Rather than fret about the upcoming snow and ice and down-to-bone bitterness, I’m surprised by how peaceful I feel with the changing season.