Mondays are just young Fridays

It’s not just the rain, but also the cold that begins to define our days.
   Temperatures have been dropping, single digits overnight, a little lower each night.
   It gets to the point where an extra blanket on the bed will not provide the warmth required, or a sweater will not take away that chill building up inside these four walls.
   It’s time to turn on the furnace.
   This is the time of the year when the lyrics of “No Time”, a song by The Guess Who, begin to stream in my head:
“Seasons change and so do I.”
   The changing colours of my landscape are part of it, but the rain drives the point home.
   It’s not just wet; it’s cold and damp.
   And it will only get colder, and wetter, then worse.

10/25/2021                                               j.g.l.

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