It’s 4:22 am in Jerusalem. It’s freezing. I like it. The season is changing.
The summer is ending, and I’m ok with that. Frankly, it was a bit dull. I’m looking forward to shlav ha’ba, the next stage. For some reason, I have this feeling of excitement, that huge things are coming. Is it the last year of school? The possibility of moving outside Jerusalem? Travel?
Not sure, but with this freezing breeze blowing into my apartment, wrapping me up in hints of winter, I feel energized.