I sit at Murky Coffee today, working on some stats packages, watching the rain fall down on the freshly paved Wilson Boulevard, with Johnny Cash singing mournful songs accompanied by acoustic guitar. In the distance, the trees in the park down the street are beginning to turn just that bit golden that signifies that the winter of my discontent is coming again, with its cold and with its snow.
The tables outside are huddled together beneath the overhang, the usual population absent from the sidewalk cafe. The last refugees of the summer sit beneath the overhang smoking cigarettes and talking over rapidly cooling coffee.
Fall is here. Winter is Coming. There’s no turning back.
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