It’s late November and the days are growing shorter. The blaze of high autumn has faded from the hillsides and a monochromatic gray hue has enveloped the landscape. A time of frosty mornings, yet too early for snow. But look hard enough and there remain remnants of color: a clinging red maple leaf, a late-dropping yellow maple leaf nestled in a bed of red barberries. And evidence that cold days are around the corner: a frosted leaf on a chilly morning, an oak leaf pinned to a chain-link fence against a backdrop of bare trees. Winter is coming.
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