For me, the beauty of blogging in November is that it lines up perfectly with the one month of the year where things get quiet at Squam HQ.
If this eleventh month were a moment of time in my year, much like a minute in one day, it would definitely be l’heure bleue.* Night is not yet over, day has not yet begun.
Right now, I can’t see one foot in front of me as I am wrapped in clouds of soft mist and dancing shadows.
Yes! I am writing to you directly from the belly of the beast.
Nothing here but mystery and confusion, in other words, navel gazing.
Doesn’t this look like the tree’s bellybutton? Hmm, maybe just me then.
Of course I have no photographs of how gorgeous Cambridge looked yesterday.
Of course I have only some peeling bark and dying leaves from our walk this morning. (If ever you imagine I might be one of those style blogs with actual carefully articulare candid photos, I promise to call your doctor and get your medications upped).
Then, last night I headed down to the BOOMBOX for some birthday karaoke to celebrate lady JEN CIPLET who can rock a microphone like nobody’s business. It was FUN. Got to hang with Tara and meet some more of my local tribe that I have never met before so – BOOM. Good times.
Now. It’s Monday and surely I should have showered by now?