Life In The Pacific Northwest
It was s lovely evening for a walk. Not too cold, pretty clear, dry…all the things that make for a lovely autumn evening in the Pacific Northwest. Did you get out to see it?
One additional thought: cold nights are perfect for pho.
[Edited: “noon” changed to “moon”.]
This autumn morning
A layer of frost covered by
The morning sunlight
I’m seeing yellow leaves upon my car in the morning. The trees are showing shades of yellow and red within the green.
Soon the leaves will hit the ground with vigor. And the season’s work will commence.
I’m looking forward to things pumpkin, to sweaters, and the cool Autumn light.
Are you excited about in fall the way I am? What are most you looking forward to?
These lovely blossoms greeted my morning. Such a delight in this season of dark, cold rain. Always glimmers of beauty, of hope in the darkest of times.
Early autumn: my favorite season. December, though, with its gloomy disposition and scarce sunlight, sits at the bottom of my list. But joys still exist. This season of candles, hot cocoa, Christmas music and presents delights me deeply. Within all that, I find solace and hope for the coming spring.
Last night I spent about an hour in the gym, mostly focused on cardio. It’s been a bit since I focused like that. Miss it. Yet I was pleased at my performance. My intermittent workouts haven’t been too detrimental.
I noticed my weight creeping back up, though. Probably a function of a dreadful diet. So I restarted using my food tracker. That works nicely, nuisance that it is.
This time of year challenges me, fitness-wise. Dark, wet and cold: getting outside becomes uncomfortable at best, painful at the worst. The darkness adds a bit of danger, since cars have a hard time seeing me. I manage that well, I think. But it’s still unpleasant. And fatty, yummy foods start manifesting more. Double negatives.
My health concerns don’t wane, though. Things like diabetes lurk, and I want nothing to do with that disease. Must. Keep. Focused. The value of gym memberships, and bit being to off-put by them
Another area of active balancing.
Sun flows into through glass
Counting days for routine’s return
Crisp mornings, sunlight hidden
Shall transform into damp,
Gray tranquility