A Good Day

Oh, it is so deliciously cold out. Bright blue sky with big, puffy sheep-like clouds wisking by. The long-needled fir trees outside of my office window have lost the bright verdant hues of summer and have settled into a dark greenish gold. The parking lot is pleasantly littered with drifts of shed needles and sticky cones. A few birch trees up the block stubbornly refuse to doff the last of their golden-red splendor.

The dry cold makes my hands ache a bit, and the wind makes me glad I'm not fifteen years old, waiting in the dark for the morning school bus.

Today is a good day, and when I go home, I think I'll curl up under the down blanket and velvet comforter and while away the hours until Top Chef with a cup of Russian Caravan and some episodes of The West Wing, Season One.