*938 - the inaugural (perhaps?) winter-related post

The lake is freezing over, the geese are huddling, the Boston sky released its first mini-flurry, and the sun is on its evening descent now, at 3 pm. The Evelyn is uncommonly slothlike and unreasonably worried (about the flurry--harbinger of leaky nose and ... popsicle toes).

It's official. It's here.

Brrrr.

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