And just like that, it seems, fall is turning into winter. We’ve had our first snow, and a few days have had us breaking out our winter jackets. Leaves are gone on many of the trees.
This in between period — not quite fall, not quite winter — almost embodies reflection and anticipation.
There are days and moods and years when I dread the coming of winter in Minnesota. It requires plans or indoor destinations. You hunker down.
Winter won’t give you a pat on the back. He’s grouchy. But his tricks — the same ones that worked on snowbirds and southern California transplants — mask what he has to offer.
The march of the seasons puts distance between you and the frames of life that form good and bad memories. If nothing else, you gotta admire Winter and all the other guys for their dependability.