The first day of winter always fills me with dread. Three long, slow, laborious, dark, dismal, slippery, bone-chilling, cold months of winter are ahead of me. The summer always seems to fly by for me. One day, it is warm and my flip-flops come out and I'm whistling all the time and then all of the sudden, with the blink of the eye, the nights are crisp and the days are shorter. Where did the summer go?. But the winter always lingers beyond all acceptable terms of tolerance. Here are some photos from last winter.
