I am enjoying a dreary November day. It is a bit foggy and overcast, so the day is dark. The air is still and the trees are bare. It’s chilly. I had a fire in the fireplace this morning and may need one again before long. For now, I am wrapped comfortably in a wool sweater, my hands warmed by a cup of hot chocolate. This is how November should be. At least it’s what I think of when I think of November.
Novembers should be chilly and raw, not sunny and bright like an October afternoon. So in an odd way, the dreariness makes me happy. Today feels like a normal November day, dreariness and all.