Oct. 8, 2012. The weather for our trip to Blue Mountain was truly nasty, and, foolishly, we were unprepared for it. We brought only hoodies for outerwear, and we got rained, snowed, and hailed upon. Hail is a very shocking form of precipitation. It was so nice that our hotel room had a fireplace in it. The weather we came in from made the coziness all the more intense.
We are reveling, wallowing in Autumn here in Ontario. I think maybe the fall is my favorite thing about living here. Everything is brilliant orange and yellow and crimson (“crimson” sounds so much more explosive than “red,” doesn’t it?). Even the remaining green has a more translucent look than the deep, rich summer green. As we were walking by a skinny little tree, a sudden breeze sent tiny golden leaves glittering down. A sunbeam came down through the clouds in just the right way to make them literally twinkle. Lovely.
I am such a sucker for a good description, either to read or to write. As I work on the first MIRK revisions, I have to brutally chop them away. The only way I can do it without too much pain is to transfer them to a “left out” file. That way it doesn’t feel as if they’re lost forever.