Some stubborn leaves still cling tight to the trees. Some are still magically vibrant, while others are muted, soft shades of winter. This week the temps have plummeted, an arrogantly executed high dive into winter. The winds followed suit. The cold snap can be seen plucking leaves from their strongholds with little effort. But the sun shines today and we'll try to keep the inklings of snow at bay, at least for today. The days are coming of firelight indoors and out, warm drinks, candle flame, and stories told in shadowed rooms. Winter is coming: the season of myth, of ancient stories, and older traditions.
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