The sky was gray, almost white. Dismal and perfect at the same time. The air was cool and chilly, and the birds were noisy, busy doing whatever birds do in the afternoon. Fluttering around in the bushes now, not high in the trees like they were in the summer.
Every bit of my surroundings shouted (very quietly) ‘late November’.
Rain is pouring outside the car. The repellent in my raincoat did all it could, but I’m damp and cold, my shoes are soaked through, and my hair hopeless. Water’s streaming down the windshield, and beyond that, outside….