Dark early

It's dark in the morning when my eyes pop open to the sound of my alarm. It's dark in the evening, early. For some reason adjusting to the season of less light and dropping temperatures seems harder than usual this year. That adjustment is really not helped by articles like the one I read in the Boston Globe yesterday morning - "An unusually cold windy week is blowing into town".

But yes, I am dealing with the changes. It would be so easy to come home from work in the evening, sit down, and stay still. Once in a while that's OK, only once in a while. My early evening walking helps me to keep my life focused, steady.

Home, don layers and blinking lights, focus, walk...