Bitter, Icy Drafts..

Bitter, Icy Drafts

“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.” ―J.K. Rowling

*This is sort of how you feel when you’re coming down with something, though as a sufferer of Fibromyalgia, I might feel a lot better in a day or two where these sudden cold/flu symptoms are concerned. Right now though, I am chilled to the bone.*