We've come to a time when Autumn borders on Winter. When the crisp air turns to cold air and one's breath shows in white steam. The air makes nostrils tingle and the urge to cough rises in the throat.

Because of the heavy nightly frosts, the fallen colors do not cruch satisfyingly anymore. Instead, the leaves are damp and heavy.

Chilly winds blow the almost bare branches. They reach skeletally to the weak sun, praying for warmth that they will not recieve for many long months.

They days get just warm enough to cause the thick frost to melt, sending rivulets of muddy water down the storm drains in a constant trickle.

The air smells of rotting leaves and more cold to come.