unnoticed; we thought it had arrived. The subtle lull of autumn tricked us with its need for cardigans and leaves aesthetically arranged on garden floors and streets. We thought the worst had come, forgot how true cold feels on toes. And now: the need for scarves in bags (in case) and duffle coats; the huddled walk of chilling feet and all the proud offense of those who do not know the cold. Father hands: please keep us warm. The winter does not sit with us. And strengthen mumbling grumbling minds to take the worst that comes.