Another season

It is a cold day in the town square this morning.  A  brisk wind is blowing out of the East, rustling the few remaining dull yellow leaves clinging tenaciously to the maple tree in front of the coffee shop.  The faded green patio chairs and tables, all arranged in neat rows on the sidewalk, sit unused as all the tourists have gone home and the regulars have moved inside where we sip our coffee while staring out the large pane glass windows, longing for the warm summer mornings of which we shall see no more.  A flock of Canadian geese flies overhead in a v formation heading South for warmer climates.  Winter is coming.  Time is running out to prepare for the onslaught of the biting wind and drifting snow.  Put away the garden house, tighten down the pool cover and put away the lawn chairs.  It is time to rummage through the attic and gather boots, hats, coats and mittens.