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This morning has just confirmed what the calendar suggests, that summer is gone. Winter tends to come early to this region. I happen to like winter, as a season. You know? The whole poetic cliche package of the fireplace and a time to kick back with thick books, and I always get into the written words more in winter. Not too crazy about the temperature of snow but I love the way it looks, especially new, on trees and yards, and roofs.
But there is no perfect season or situation. Because just as I begin to feel excitement for the coming of winter, I mutter a discontented curse.
Clothes. Will have to start wearing clothes. Pants mainly. The sweater's okay. More than okay. An affectionate reunion of friends. But the pants. And socks. And shoes. They just ain't natural.
Just wanted to say that.
Thanks.
But there is no perfect season or situation. Because just as I begin to feel excitement for the coming of winter, I mutter a discontented curse.
Clothes. Will have to start wearing clothes. Pants mainly. The sweater's okay. More than okay. An affectionate reunion of friends. But the pants. And socks. And shoes. They just ain't natural.
Just wanted to say that.
Thanks.