Rain gently patters down on the windows, and splashes the puddles in the driveway. The trees are swaying gently with the stiff breeze, the final yellow leaves reminding us of a beautiful Autumn are trying to hold on to the sanctuary of the branches, but most are gone, caught in gutters, clogging drains, and strewn across ditches. A quick look at the weather forecast shows little to no improvement throughout the day. Just to make sure, a different forecast is checked, and then rechecked. There is a longing to have control of the elements but this is impossible. The warmth of the kitchen, a second coffee, and a newspaper is offering a temptation that must be resisted. Yes, Winter has arrived.
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