The leaves are turning color, winter is in the air

Winter is arriving but it hasn’t come yet.

How are we going to cope?

The last lingering bits of warmth under the sun during the afternoons dissipate quickly now.

The darkness envelopes us much earlier now. It grows cooler and cooler every day.

The weather will grow cold but at least our hearts remain warm.

The great Russian playwright Anton Chekhov wrote that people don’t notice whether its winter or summer when they’re happy.

No matter how happy we remain, the changes upon us now in the weather is something all of us feel and notice.

I believe John Steinbeck said it best: what good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

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