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 sudden chill, following a drenching overnight rain descended on his spirits. The brute realization of the change, a shock to his inner senses always made him uneasy. The coming winter cold, the abruptness of the bad news made him long for just yesterday.
He had felt it coming. The ominous signs that spelled hard days ahead. Too many times it seemed had he been through this dramatic shift. He was grateful for the warm sunny weather that accompanied him for so many months. It made available so much that was important to him. Outdoor jogs, gardening, washing the cars, sun-filled vacations, shorts and tee shirts were past history.
In raking the first fall of leaves, he had covered over the shrubs that needed protection from the elements. On impulse, he planted the remains of the summer plants in the side yard, carefully burying them in the leaves. His wife had asked him to throw them away, they were dead, but he couldn't, and as if he had some magical power to keep them going until next spring, he had created this hibernation. He wondered aloud when doing it, if he would be there to see if they grew. No difference really, he thought, someone will.
The changing seasons of our lives follow the astronomical movements of the world we live on. Then we suddenly stop, we can no longer keep ourselves in step with the world. We watch as those we live with and love carry on.
The upcoming winter, loomed as an unwelcome visitor. Feeling chilled, he dug into his ice cream ....
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