The shifting edge

October is behind us. The clocks are slipping behind an hour too. It is that strange, shifting stretch of the fall season. The colors are gone, scattered on the ground and in drifts. It is a season of waiting. I don’t mind the iron cold days November brings, the bare branches, the smell of wood stoves newly lit. I can wait for the snow to fall, there is no need to rush winter weather.

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