Apparently numerical day-wise it's not official yet but as far as I'm concerned, you can call it Winter now. You can walk outside at any given moment over the past week and there's not a single indicator in the air that suggests even a fading hint of Autumn. No snow here but the sudden presence of upper 30's and lower 40's feels like a 'cutting through you' cold (yesterday it was a wet-cold) and it lasts around the clock.
There's still a few holdout, rebellious leafs on the random tree and you still see the occasional dude in a t-shirt and shorts but other than that .....
The majority of the fallen leafs have been power blown away. My heating bill is rising faster than I can put on another layer of clothing. There's a chill coming up through the pavement into my feet. It seems to be getting dark each day, just as I am feeling ready to venture out-and-about. And I've been searching for that comforting winter coat .... which I evidently once again forgot to purchase.
Even the poetry that I've read lately seems to advocate for Winters arrival.
So why attempt to deny the inevitable any longer?
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