5/13/2023 0 Comments Barometer rising by hugh maclennanIt gives us time to process the harder stuff ( Lucy’s decline and passing, the realities of the pandemic), and to celebrate in the happy occasions (our anniversary, Rusalka’s adoption). It’s a quiet, contemplative time that gives us a chance to reflect on what we’ve accomplished and what the last year has brought us. Calm piano music plays over the crackling of the fireplace channel and we start to discuss plans for the end of the year and the beginning of the next one. We’ve already put up the decorations and we enjoy them in the final week of calm before the storm of preparations truly begin. It’s my favourite time of year, because it’s the time just before the hectic commencement of the holiday season. It’s disappeared each time, but it stuck around long enough to warn us about the inevitable deeply snowed-in winter nights of crystal quiet where, if you listen hard enough, you can hear each snowflake fall to meet the ones that have collected on the ground before it. As November draws to a close, the leaves are mostly gone and there has been snow on the ground twice now.
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