This morning — only a day or so before the official start of autumn — we had our first cold morning in many months.
The last few weeks we’ve moved gradually from hot, sweaty, shorts and t-shirt mornings to cooler, pleasant, long pants and long-sleeved shirts mornings. This morning, with the temperature hovering around a bracing 40 degrees, I had to break out my favorite hooded sweatshirt for the first time — and I needed it, too.
The night skies were clear and the stars blazed, and it was as if the warmth had been sucked from the world. Water vapor billowed from the surfaces of the darkened ponds and creeks into the brisk air as we walked past, and we were just on the edge of frost on the ground and visible breath. I felt the familiar sensation of numbing cold creep into the tip of my nose, my exposed ears, and my fingers.
As we neared the end of the walk, I looked forward with anticipation to a piping hot cup of black coffee. We get accustomed to the heat, and then we get accustomed to the cold. A steaming cup of coffee helps.