Dear November
There’s something about the ever earlier darker nights that
makes me more tired but stops me from sleeping.
Summer months and the constant daylight make me want to stay awake
longer. You and your brother and sister
darker months make me want to curl up in bed under a blanket and stay there
until you've passed. I can’t do that
though; there is so much to enjoy and I don’t want to miss it. I don’t feel as alive in the summer months as
I do in the winter. There is something
about the shock of the cold that sharpens all the senses. It’s not just that. It’s the warm coats, the scarves, the gloves
and the sweet relish of walking inside that offers no solace in the summer, but
really does in a month like yours.
I've promised myself to write to your everyday this month
and today is the first day - so early in the month - that I've found it a
challenge to sit down, turn on my laptop and find something to say. I think if I can prove to you (and myself)
that I can do this today, maybe it will help me with the rest of the month.
I need a real rest, November. I have some time off coming up and I really
need to enjoy it by doing very little. Last time I was off work, I did work on my
house. It made me feel better and I can’t
pretend that it didn't, but when what I really need is some time with my bed
and maybe a book (or two). Decorating
couldn't be further from my up-and-coming agenda.
Sorry to cut this short, but bed time is calling and I have
a lot to do before I can go to sleep.
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