That feeling when the first snow starts falling and you can hear it hitting the dry autumn leaves in the silence of the dark evening - a strange whisper - and all the wool in the world doesn't seem warm enough, and you get out the candles and the rum and curl up under a blanket to watch The Pillars of the Earth.
And someone is singing outside. The first snow always comes early, it makes you think "oh no, winter already!" and yet, everyone is strangely exhilarated.
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