When June Shows Up In November

It's far too beautiful a day to brood (not that yesterday wasn't beautiful, but...). I think there must be a correlation between the temperature and the desire to mope (though I prefer "brood" because it seems like a more meaningful, deep activity). Today is in the high 70s and tomorrow it's supposed to get into the 80s. Can ya beat that? The middle of November. The sky is completely clear and so-blue-it-hurts-to-look. The trees all all yellow and orange. I shake off the blues and do a little jig for no reason at all, which is perhaps the best reason of all.

The weather will turn, the cold will creep in, the wind will blow the leaves around and that will be okay. And maybe the cold will creep inside but I'll just wrap an extra memory--a particularly happy one--like a scarf around my thoughts and hopefully that will help to keep the mopes away.