The quiet grey

"and I feel, so much depends on the weather…"
- Stone Temple Pilots, "Plush"

The weather's changing today; our first real cold front of the season. True to form, my wrist (twice broken) is throbbing; a dull, low, almost-constant complaint of annoyance. If it keeps up, I'll have to find my wrist brace and start wearing it.I always look forward to this first cold snap. I think that I would love the month of October even if it were not the month of my birth; it's a month of change and uncertainty. The leaves are changing and the world is settling down from the blistering heat of summer in the American South.

There are days like today when either a heavy shirt or a light sweater will do. It was a pleasure to reach into the closet and pull out my favorite grey sweater. When I bought it last year, I liked it so much that I bought two of them (one slightly darker grey than the other).

I'm wishing we could have a bit of snow this year. I've always wanted to see a large snowfall—just once in my life. But the most I remember on the ground at one time was nine or ten inches of snow. When I was a young child, there was a year that we had a foot of snow on the ground at once. I know that I played in it, but I don't remember it.

There's something about the quiet grey of the sky on a misty fall day that makes me want to curl up somewhere quiet with my cats and read for hours. Luckily, the weekend will be here in a few hours; I'll have to make some time this weekend to do just that. I know the cats will adore it.

I wonder what it is about this weather that I like so much? Perhaps because I'm such a quiet and reclusive person at heart. This is weather for staying home and writing out Christmas wish lists, Thanksgiving menus, and letters to friends. I love the blooms of spring and the sparkle of icicles, but the blustery grey of fall is where my heart is.

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