Hopeful Waiting

I proudly wear this sweater...waiting for the snow that will never come to Oakland.
The days get darker and darker, earlier and earlier. Yet the temps stay about the same.
The cold just will not come.
No wind chill, no flurries, no snow days, no ice, no white outs, no salty roads, no slush, no sledding.
Just the snow flakes on an old sweater take me to memories of seasons from my youth, grounding me in a place where one month fades into another without much notice.
Except at the market...
New arrivals of oranges, persimmons, and apples. Goodbye avocados! We miss you already.
Hopeful waiting, but acting as if.

Tomorrow we will have dinner with some close friends and early Friday we will leave for a quick camping trip north to the Sonoma Coast. Hope you all enjoy your holiday where ever you are and who ever you're with.