Winter is Coming

Today it snowed.  I’m not sure I’ve seen snow in October, though I’ve no doubt it has happened.  I would have taken pictures, but the snow didn’t last long enough to photograph.  I hope Autumn holds out for a while longer before the onset of Winter.  I’ve alleged that it is my favorite season — Autumn, I mean — but my rationale for that is shaky and I stand by that.

Sure, the falling and turning leaves are beautiful in their way.  I love the crisp cool air, and the sense of change that it’s opposite, Spring, also brings.  There is a feeling in the air, and maybe it is just the change of seasons, but a part of me wishes there were something real to Hallowe’en, Samhain, and all that pagan business (most of which I know nothing about).

Summer is hot and boring.  Winter is cold, long, and… hell, I like it for the first couple months.  But Autumn and Spring are where its all at, the end of one season of growth and the beginning of another.  That would be a more meaningful statement for me to make if I spent more time outdoors, but nonetheless, there it is.