magic monday

It's cold enough in the mornings now that you have to start your car before you go anywhere. Hats and mittens and warm scarves are now popular again. There is frost covering the grass and ice dotting the windshield of your car. All of the leaves have sang their autumn song. It's almost officially winter just as Thanksgiving approaches. 

I'm staying up and sleeping late these days. The cats are my space heaters & I usually end up throwing off my blanket burrito in the middle of the night. I'm thinking about knitting scarves again. I'm drinking tea and coffee and dreaming of homemade hot cocoa. Cozy is the name of the game right now and I am excelling at it. 

I've been thinking a lot about time lately. November does that to a person, I think: makes them wonder where all their time has gone. I am missing being seventeen and full of life. I am missing coming home for winter break from SCAD and feeling that sense of homecoming after reuniting with all of loved ones. I am missing Webb's runs and bumming around Walmart with the two people who get me the most. 

I'm thankful for nostalgia because it brings out the good things. And I'm thankful for being up at 6 AM when the sky looks like this. Happy Monday.