Today is the first day of winter. I mourn Autumn's passing. I will miss the crisp mornings and golden afternoons, the fading days of summer warmth.
I am not a lover of winter. Winter is warm fires, heavy coats and snow, comfort food and walking in the rain. These things I do love. But winter is a relative with whom I want to visit and not stay. I don't love the short hours of daylight nor the constant grey skies, the shadowless days and the grey faces of people in the street. Everything fades to a pale winter grey that is a miserable carbon of the summer version. Roll on spring...
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