walked at Cove Island yesterday
3 times around in a cold wind
managing my internal temperature much better than yesterday, using the pit zip!
I wasn’t meditating, but my meditation was about accepting November. I don’t think November is sad. I have two poetic phrases that include November, and none that include other months. There’s something about the sounds.
- November invites
- November’s lowering opals
I gazed at the lowering opals in the sky and thought about that phrase. It’s mysterious, it has a series of long O sounds, it’s beautiful. I felt the cold wind in my face thoroughly and realized it wasn’t that cold and I didn’t have to hunch up against it. I could walk straight into it and feel refreshed.
On the last leg of the walk, I noticed a view I had never looked at before. The curve of the street bordering Holly Pond and the lights reflected in the water. The lowering opals.