out the window

The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.
-”E.M. Forster“

The fog hangs over the lake for days bringing with it a mood that I embrace. I read, getting up out of my chair off and on, to check on the changing view outside the windows. I turn over Thanksgiving plans to my kids telling them I will clean up after they leave if they will plan the menu and do the cooking. And, I take a huge step to help my mental well being, and find I am proud of myself in the process.

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