First frost on the ground - the promise of winter. Ice crystles touching the tips of each blade of grass. My fingers are numb from the chill. It's the turning of the seasons and with each new season beings a certain magic.
I had a low key birthday. K took me out for a drink that evening. I was surprised she even remembered.
My mood seems to have evened out. It's hard work climbing out of each hole you fall into. But I think I have emerged somewhat - just in time for winter.