Oh no, it is the heating season. Closed windows. Sweaters in the morning and waiting on the warmth of the sun. Having electric heat I need only flip the switch and open my wallet. I had to do that yesterday for the first time this year. Initially the smell of burning dust fills the air. No matter how much you dust and clean those baseboard heaters that happens. It goes away quickly. Then the air becomes dry.
I also made a pot of chili. The time has come for that comfort food. Burgers and fries no more, now stew, soup and warm bread. Those comforting foods of warmth.
The afghans came off the rack. Summer clothes went into exile in the attic. The holidays looming larger on the horizon. Soon the earth will sleep.
Another summer has come and gone. Another lap around the sun almost completed. The progression of the seasons are still in order. Daylight getting shorter and the nights getting longer. Time spent indoors.
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