It is a quirk of my home that the floor in my bedroom is ceramic tile. Certainly more fitting in a house built in the tropics than my little oasis in Maryland suburbia. On summer mornings, it’s a treat to pad across the cool tile in bare feet as I prepare for the day ahead. But as the leaves turn and then drift to the ground, as the days get shorter, and as the temperatures start to fall, I dread those first steps out of bed in the morning. My feet hit the cold tiles, chill me to my core, and I am sadly reminded that winter is coming.
Have I ever told you how much I dislike winter? Not the magical parts, of course. Just the parts when I always seem to be freezing.
I think it might be time to break out the cardigans.