Posts tagged with "weather"

When Winter Begins

The best weath­er of the year has final­ly arrived. The cool­ness of the autumn is in the air, along with the grey-washed skies that mark this time of year. The odi­ous sum­mer has left, and I can wear my turtle­necks and sweaters. Dolly can now resume her perch at my A/C free sill, and I can open up my win­dow to let the fresh­ness of the air inside. I miss the bril­liant white win­ter, but still find myself wish­ing that this weath­er would last for­ev­er.

Walking Through The Grass

I could see my breath this morn­ing as I walked into the naked air. The sun had bare­ly been up for an hour, imper­cep­ti­ble behind lines of hous­es and trees, but cast­ing a faint orange glow on every­thing around me. The chilly morn­ing breeze was a sign that glo­ri­ous morn­ing weath­er has already begun.

Stepping Into New

There’s about two months through the entire year when step­ping out­side makes me feel as if I’m only begin­ning my life, when I for­get every­thing and lose myself to the blan­ket­ing sun, the brisk breeze, the fresh­ness of the air. Ever since I was young I’ve had a pic­ture in my mind of walk­ing down a city street on a new morn­ing, emer­ald lawns sway­ing in the shade, almost inde­scrib­ably per­fect. I’m deter­mined to find this place one day and share it with some­one.

Disappointing Weather, Weekend Plans, Etc.

It’s always dis­ap­point­ing to first learn that weath­er will be nice and cool in three days, and then find out that the ini­tial pre­dic­tion was wrong the day before. It was sup­posed to be in the low 20’s tomor­row, but now it’s slat­ed to be in the high 20’s. Aaron has a tee-off time set up for us tomor­row, but unless we can find a third par­ty with a car, I won’t be able to go. Aaron stops work­ing at the course in a week, so this will most like­ly be the last chance of the sea­son to get out on the course, which is a pity since I got my clubs resized last year.

Trolley is com­ing down this week­end, as he has three days off from his job at the LCBO. I’ll be look­ing for­ward to drink­ing, watch­ing some Mr. Show, and gen­er­al­ly just hang­ing out.

Tom is plan­ning a camp­ing trip some­time in September, and unless I lose a limb, I’m going to go. Actually, the loss of a limb may be com­plete­ly irrel­e­vant. I love camp­ing but I hate the sum­mer, so any oppor­tu­ni­ty to be out­doors when the weath­er is cool is prime.

Christine has a writ­ing project up, which I’ll glad­ly be par­tak­ing in soon. I always enjoy the chance to write cre­ative­ly in a non-com­pet­i­tive envi­ron­ment. What, exact­ly, has made the buf­fa­lo so bit­ter is anoth­er sto­ry.