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Moody Blue Clouds and a Cold November Morning
Returning to the walk journals opened new doors for my writing and creativity. It all started on a cold, cloudy day in the late fall, just like this.
Well, here we are again, my friend. It's the end of November, and I step out onto my rooftop; the air has that frost and crisp to it, and the warmth of my body creates that visible smoke that we see on cold days. This is the first morning I've felt these temperatures since early spring.
I bundled and layered up to prepare for Saturday's favorite walk of the week. The way it looks and feels outside reminds me of when I started my walk journeys in my neighborhood. It was serene, cool, cloudy, and desolate. When I feel like a wanderer walking through a ghost town, that's when the thoughts within me feel so free.
On lovely days, everyone wants to be out to enjoy the weather. Every season I've found my secret place window. What is that? That block of time is when humans are resting and nature speaks.
My least favorite time to walk is summertime because of the heat and humidity. I also noticed my neighbors wanted to get up earlier to beat the heat. They walk their dogs and cut grass; some are weirdo insomniacs without jobs.
