No. My power is more like Lorelai Gilmore's ability to smell the first snow.
Only I don't usually get to use my powers to smell snow. Sad.
The cold came to us on a Saturday this year.
November 1st. Just in time for NaBloPoMo.
It is not real cold, of course (and everyone north of me is surely rolling their eyes at anyone in Florida feeling cold), but it is the beginning of cold for Orlando, and there was enough wind and chill in the air to warrant the wearing of light jackets.
I'll take any cold I can get, so I am loving every minute of it.
Tonight, Thomas opened the door, and the smell of cold instantly filled the room.
It was like a little gift just for me.
Autumn really is here.
Winter is coming.
And with it, change is on its way.
I'm very much looking forward to changes coming to my life as this year closes.
It is a beautiful thing to be standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down over a wondrous valley, without feeling as if you are about to fall over the side. To know there is a path right next to you, which will lead to your next adventure.
This is how I feel this year in so many ways. Hopeful and thankful. Ready for adventure. Spurred on by the unfolding of well-laid plans, and accompanied by the smell of cold and the chill in the air.
This is a level of optimism that I don't often possess, but I'm really starting to like it. It is with this optimism I cry, "Bring on the half-full glasses of water!" I'll take mine with extra ice.