New England is well into fall yet today the mercury hit 74℉. It’s supposed to be warm again tomorrow, despite that the typical average high for this time in November is 55℉. Mind you, I’m not complaining. It’s no secret that I hate being cold, so this is like a warm embrace after frost on the ground last week.
But even to me this is weird. The leaves are falling rapidly; the colors past their peak. The trail in the woods where I take my dogs is barely discernible under the leaf-blanket. And so are the tripping hazards.
Which dog do you think is on the trail?
Today, I was traipsing through the leaves in shorts and that is strange, no matter how much my body and soul love this kind of weather.
This is yeah write’s NoMo writing challenge Day 5.