Finally, damp, cold air soaks through my leggings and numbs my skin. A few hard icy raindrops hit my sweatshirt hood. I feel like I can hear them as they land. The sky is dark with 3 pm autumn clouds.
I think of the fire in the woodstove and know I will not take a walk. I will bring my rubber muck boots into the house so they will not be stiff with cold in the morning.
Two weeks in, November has arrived.