Every season there is a day heralds the change. The day can fall right at the "right" time or it can fall way early, or way late.
It snowed yesterday morning, an inch or so. But yesterday wasn't the day that winter jostled its way into My thoughts to stay. That snow was followed by a dreary drizzly misty day and by this morning no trace of the white stuff remained.
But today was the day that snubbed out the last embers of fall. Cold, blustery, a peek of sun in the morning and then slate gray overcast the rest of the day. It doesn't matter that some trees still have leaves on them. It doesn't matter that the first frost was three weeks ago. It doesn't matter that officially, it's two weeks plus until the Winter Solstice.
Fall is dead. Winter is here.
I find my thoughts wandering to that day, so far away it seems now, that drives a stake through winter's heart and tells Me it's spring.
