I awake to another day of bone chilling winds that make it too cold to shovel the snow that fell overnight, they eat right through my layers of clothes and even the squirrels retreat to their homes without finishing their meals.
The winds always seem to precede the storm and the air begins to take on a hazy texture that is snow laden as clouds begin to gather. Nature is telling me that winter is on its way.
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