It was overcast.
And windy, and cold, and it even rained on me.
I saw all kinds of things, like this newly-stained fence. It even smelled good.
If not for the ugly trash and recycle bins, this was a pretty shed.
One last flower (hibiscus?) for the year in someone's back driveway.
A very Texas-proud whirligig wind thingy.
What do you call them? A weathervane.
A little dude on a roof.
A wild garden.
Roses withering in the cold in a mailbox planter.
This white iceberg rose is in my side yard, also blooming for the last time this year.
By the time I got home, I was thoroughly frozen.
It felt GOOD. I felt GOOD.
For the first time in days.
I fixed myself a hot cup of tea, sat down with my Kindle Fire, and I finished the book. I hate the feeling you get at the end of a book, when you turn the page and there's nothing left. Boo-Hoo! What'll I do now? I want it to keep going!
You know how when something not particularly good happens and you immediately say, "Are you kidding me?" My very favorite excerpt from the book:
"One thing I've learned is the universe is never kidding. It takes what it wants and it never gives it back."
You got that right, sister.