Just the other day, I was wondering when winter would get here. The kids were wondering when winter would get here. The geese — judging by the great huge flock of them I saw in the skies yesterday — decided December first was the day to head south for winter.
The geese must have known something.
Today, we have snow. The sort of snow that turns the sky almost as white as the ground. The horizon is blurred by white clouds and white fields and white flakes falling from the heavens, and the world feels as if it has shrunk to a size barely bigger than what your arms can stretch.
Winter, it seems, is here.
Of course, that’s what I thought last week, too, but this time I really mean it.