As our holiday comes to a close, I can’t help but feel we are also nearing the end of autumn. The crunch under our feet this morning was due to frost, not fallen leaves. Daylight Savings Time is over. The sports fields are now open to off-leash dogs. Though we have yet to see snow, we can taste it in the air. November has always been my least favourite time of year. With nothing to anticipate but dark cold, my spirits dwindle. Even the prospect of November’s one statutory holiday is cheerless.
Shiva helps me retain hope. She forces me outdoors when I’d rather hibernate. Her antics give me a reason to laugh on even the most depressing days. If not for her, I would never know the beauty of a winter sunrise. Without Shiva, I wouldn’t know how to embrace every day as if the sun was shining – even when it is pouring rain. Together, we will take the good with the bad and find our own way to have fun. I vow. November can bluster and pour as much as it likes. This year, it’s not going to bring us down.