When Winter Begins

The best weath­er of the year has final­ly arrived. The cool­ness of the autumn is in the air, along with the grey-washed skies that mark this time of year. The odi­ous sum­mer has left, and I can wear my turtle­necks and sweaters. Dolly can now resume her perch at my A/C free sill, and I can open up my win­dow to let the fresh­ness of the air inside. I miss the bril­liant white win­ter, but still find myself wish­ing that this weath­er would last for­ev­er.

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