It's cold. Cold enough that the snow on the ground's not melting. It not only isn't melting, it's crusty and crunchy. It couldn't melt if it wanted to (without major assistance from hairdryer-wielding snow haters).
People are out cross-country skiing, things like that. It's winter. How the hell did that happen?
Today: a beautiful, sunlit day. Beautiful, sunny, but still winter. (And only November 7th, mind you.) This evening, when I left to go to a small event at a nearby village, a Maxield-Parrish-style crescent moon hung low above the western horizon. Below it, the remaining daylight leaked rapidly away. Above it, the sky was the dark, dark blue it gets just before evening gives way to night. A real New England winter evening.
This evening: clear and cold, the sky is covered with stars, the Milky Way streaming down the middle of them all.
Meanwhile, tht novel I began nearly five years ago? Finished it yesterday. Am still tweaking and massaging the last few pages, but that doesn't count. The bugger will soon be out the door, on the way to a few folks for reading/feedback. It's been a while since I finished a major project. I'm enjoying it.
Not much more to say right this nanosecond. (Lucky you.) Have a serious case of munchies which must be gratified.