Sam is not happy.
Oh, she’s looks comfortable. And don’t get her wrong, she loves a walk in the crisp autumn woods, a brisk dance around the neighborhood. But here in the Chicago suburbs, the temperatures have dipped some 10-15 degrees below normals for this time of year. There’s already been some snow. We’ve had some night temperatures in the 20s.
It’s only early November.
And then there’s this:
Two houses in the neighborhood—with Halloween just barely out of the shadows— bursting with Christmas celebration. At one home three carved pumpkins are still decaying on the front porch.
So, with Mother Nature and and my good neighbors pushing and dragging the rest of us into the season of hibernation far earlier than most of us would like, Sam is preparing in her favorite chair by the window, an old sweatshirt pulled up around her, destine to acquiesce to what has come and will come. All she needs is a little hot cider, if she liked hot cider.
Yes, we don’t want to rush the season or the days of our lives. There is always something beautiful in the change. Still, Sam and I wonder: Does the shift have to be so harsh.
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Walks with Sam: A Man, a Dog, and a Season of Awakening is due out late summer 2020 from John Hunt Publishing/Roundfire, UK.