An hour of sunshine followed by days of snow fog or, worse yet, rain: November teases with its impermanence, gives and then takes away.

Is it any wonder that I walk around with what seems like a permanent caffeinated drink glued to my hand? A pumpkin spice latte, to be precise. To be predictable. An equivalent of an entire lunch in a single cup. If my lake weren't fit for the polar bears exclusively at the moment, I'd swim it off!