no! november

I love mornings like this - the kind that promises a cold day. And cold days are the best days to drive to work. When the temperature outside is exactly the same as the air conditioning inside.

Wrapped in the black and white coat that was a big splurge at the time I bought it in Japan, I eased into traffic and listened closely to my enclosed cozy world. And I wonder who I am in all these. Am I the little fall of rain that tries to wet the windshield? Am I the wiper that persists to clean them off? Am I the little tin ball that keeps on hitting the cup holder? Or am I Bach's Minuet that plays so softly, highlighting the flute once in a while?

I think I am all these. And most of all, I want to be that - the enveloping gray that as it hits the concrete in the morning light it's almost white. I embrace November.