This morning, there was a healthy frost on all things the cold could extend its reach to. It was the kind of cold that went deep into your lungs and filled them with promise. Coldness has a way of doing that. Bring about new life amongst trees that are purging their leaves, grass that is losing it’s colour, and birds that are leaving for warmer destinations.

I always feel a little sorry for people who don’t get to experience fall and winter. They’ll never know what F. Scott Fitzgerald meant when he said “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”


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