Tucked in the pages of three books. Tucked in my bed well past the time I woke up, stretching, lazing, two days a week. Outside playing in the snow x 2. Taking the occasional photo.
It’s November — says my calendar and the occasional chill in the air that lets me see my breath (good thing because COVID time means I often don’t know the month). The trees are almost bare. Thanksgiving approaches. I’m reminded of the things for which I’m grateful even during this extremely trying and tiring year.