There are moments of time that seem to stand still. Some seem to drag. Some seem to flutter by and most seem to fly. Moment to moment, the way time passes seems to change for me lately. I think some of it has to do with the Texas weather constantly changing. It was cloudy and fluttering snow this morning. My hubby called up to me to tell me it was snowing. I actually saw one snowflake before it stopped! It took me about 30 seconds to wrestle the shade up the window. Now, the sun is bright, but it's still so very cold feeling to me. I can't seem to warm up.
I sit looking out the window as I type this and see the few remaining yellow Elm leaves, on the otherwise bare limbs, shivering in the wind and I shiver with them. I feel the chill bumps rise up on my legs. The tree branches are swaying and dancing. I just want to crawl back under my cozy quilts and take a nap. I'm still having very sleepy days thanks to the withdrawal effects of cutting back on effexor.
But that isn't what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to tell you about driving home last night. The moon was so big and bright in the sky. It was just beautiful. I wanted so badly to photograph it. I even tried with my little digital camera driving at 70 miles an hour, but I know without even looking that the photos didn't turn out. How could they? As I got closer to home, the temperature got lower and the clouds moved in to cover the moon. The sky was still bright, so the sky was more of a charcoal grey than black. The clouds looked like the stripes on kitten fur to me. I kept thinking of a dark tabby kitten and wishing I could hear the purr. Occasionally I would see a house lite up by Christmas lights. It was a nice drive.