An odd time of year to choose to begin.
The palette is grey and brown....and brown and grey. Occasionally - are unexpected bits of color.
It's time slowing.
It's knowing that on the other side of this...is something other.
I can sometimes smell it. I definitely feel it.
The northward-bound geese are foretelling.
Spring is a long ways from here. But - the signs are all there.
It is coming.