The onset of winter is here,
			hope the way i feel brown jacket alpha centauri the sky freedom light at night the onset of winter who am i? unaquainted friends when you wake bruising
I can smell it in the air, I can hear it in the sky, I can see it in the stillness of the chill that has settled here in the drive, the winter beckons me to walk, common sense tells me to drive, once again romanticism dies and common sense wins. But do I welcome the winter, do I shoe it away? Do I have a choice? Who can call the winter, Who can tell it to leave? I cannot shoe a season. Family, friends, cars, jobs one can leave or take, but a season leaves you no choice, it does what it is told, it must obey. You and I are quite different than the winter. We can take it or leave it, obey or disobey, why is the winter told to come or go? What happens if it disobeys? who can count the consequences, and who would want t see the effect? I rejoice in the winter then, I will embrace it.