For the first time in a long time, I could see my breath this morning. I was doing a warm-up walk in the park before my run, and there it was. It seemed like an official notice of the beginning of fall. Most of the trees are still green, but there are a few with yellow or even brown leaves. The light has changed too, harder-edged and colder. All of the songbirds are still here, stuffing themselves full of seeds before their flight to warmer places.
Ohio is an odd place. Our summers are so hot and sticky and seem endless while they're here, and then after a really short autumn we're plunged into a long bitter winter where we barely see the sun. I love the intensity of it, though, and can't imagine living anywhere else.
Things have been going well with the new job. I feel like I'm finally living the life I was meant to live, as overdramatic as that probably sounds. On Monday, I spent hours happily working and didn't even want to stop to eat. Then yesterday, I took the whole day off and spent some time with friends I've really missed. Today I plan to go in for most of the afternoon and finish up some other work. It's especially nice to feel good at what I'm doing, instead of feeling stressed and barely competent.
So far this new idyllic state hasn't resulted in the easy weight loss I'd hoped for, but at least I am feeling stronger and healthier and having time to be more active. It feels like spring to me, like I'm waking up, even as the weather is turning colder.