It's coming

I feel the approaching doom.

No. I'm not talking about Halloween or any of the monsters and beasties that come out this time of year (although I would appreciate it if they would stay out my dreams for a few days, which that means that I probably shouldn't be watching Carrie right now but I digress).

No. I'm talking about winter.  Last night I went out for dinner and on the way home walked full into the wind. Wind that was so cold it makes your teeth hurt.  And as my companion said, that's not even the real cold yet. But it's coming.