So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world."
~ John Clare
A week into November, the day started off sunny and bright. I made some coffee and settled in at my desk to check email and to see what was happening on social media. Time passed and I was probably about to pour a second cup when I turned to look out the window. No more sunshine. But no real cloud. It had become rather foggy, and the sunlight was ever so slightly visible on the edge of the haze. Time to grab the camera and head out.
I wandered around the neighbourhood for a while. The sun was already threatening to burn through the mist and I decided to make my way to the river.
Although the air was crisp enough between the bench and where I was standing, I could scarcely make out the opposite river bank.
The view came into focus a bit better once I reached the shore.
Bare trees and misty air. Cold - and yet comforting.
It wasn't long before the sun brought brighter colours into view.
The day soon resumed as it had started - in full sunshine.
Ten days later, on November 18th, the day warmed up to near-summer temperatures. I needed nothing warmer than a t-shirt for my walk.
I wandered in areas both familiar and less so. This was one of the latter.
The day smelled like spring, felt like summer, looked like autumn...
...and yet, in anticipation of winter, people were taking the opportunity to decorate for Christmas.
Despite the unseasonal warmth, the playground was devoid of kidlets.
The ducks were strutting around as if they had somehow managed to sidestep winter altogether. I might have been doing likewise.
The end of a perfect day.
Reality returned two days later with below-freezing temperatures, very strong winds and a little more than a dusting of snow. But it sure was nice while it lasted.
More photos coming up before too long.
