Centennial Hall belfry, North Hampton
Photo taken October 22, just three weeks ago but a season of color away from today’s nearly naked landscape. Is it winter? No. There are 40 days until winter begins.
We have just busted through into sunshine today after days? a week? of dark cold rain or at least drizzle. Not that cold, but cold enough that the heat has dried out the indoors and my skin is protesting like a cranky eczemic child, while outside it was almost lung-chokingly damp and my pleurisy-type symptoms have returned.
Hot itchy painful skin, cold damp chokey lungs. Brittle temper. I forget, how do we get through this half of the year?… to which I am mildly allergic.
a) By keeping furiously busy, with constantly added to and updated lists, and forced daily exercise.
b) By self-pampering with warm baths and moisturizers and pleasantly-scented candles and pots of fiery chili and soft nesting pajama-type clothing and glasses of dark red wine and a cornucopia of books by the bed and long deep sleeps full of epic dreams.
I go back and forth.
I am writing in pajamas. I am sipping green tea. I took my fish oil + D capsules and probiotics. I had breakfast and three cups of coffee. I am writing minutes for last night’s Cable Advisory Committee meeting. I am writing an article for NH Magazine on alternative winter sports. I am writing a short Amazon review of my father’s book. I am writing the first Gift of Warmth article. I am gossiping on Facebook. I am going for a walk. I am waiting for my new camera in the mail.
I am trying to turn up the flame on the little lamp of my being, to keep warm and light the growing dark. It will grow dark after 4 p.m. today.
Deer season began yesterday. Shotgun blasts punctured the daylight, seared the edges of twilight and even popped some holes in the night. Quieter today. Maybe they got all the deer. Tonight the stars will shine through the bullet holes.
Here is my November. And here. And here.
Cold feels wrong to me, like the absence of something. Even though it is the normal condition of our climate, particularly in November, and pretty much through April.
I need a mental climate adjustment.
Here too, in the cattails.