Last night, leaving work just as the sun was setting, I paused to watch it transform the sky. A coworker, walking near me, also stopped. “I’ve seen a lot of great sunsets from this point,” he said, and I nodded in agreement. We watched for a moment, standing near each other, and then bid one another goodnight.
It wasn’t late; just after 5:00. Six months from now, we’ll still be basking in bright sunlight at that point in the day, but that will be then. This is November. And standing right smack in the middle of the month, I want to take a deep breath and appreciate it.
When I got home, I put on sweatpants and poured a glass of red wine. Had soup for dinner; eventually snuggled in between my flannel sheets, under my down comforter. Now, I’m in corduroys and plaid, listening to cars on wet streets, thinking of the boots I’ll wear today.
The temperature outside has dipped; the fog has rolled in; the geese are high above. It’s such a quick time, autumn, but it is undeniably here. I am cozy, and I am grateful, and I am enjoying every little bit of what this season brings.