We put up our three non-traditional trees. I spend the dark afternoon in the soft glow of one of them, listening to the King’s College Choir and working through edits on my manuscript. It’s time well spent.
Today, more of the same—minus the manuscript. The house is winter-cozy even if it doesn’t yet feel or look like winter outside. I’m nesting anyway.
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November is dark.
The earth grows quiet and still.
We look for the light.
A new season of The Crown.