The cold weather comes in and it's like a sudden brake, passengers get nervous and everything in the car gets thrown around. You have to go around fixing things. Downed leaves, storm windows, different clothes, and rooms that used to be too hot are too cold. For us fixers, none of this is entirely bad. Also I like the snap, the brace, the crispness, and would find it hard to live somewhere where the seasons weren't there to demonstrate the passage of time.

Wait. Is is the passage of time? Or is it the recurrence of the seasons? Maybe it's both a mile marker and a brake. Slow down, we've been here, it's a little different, but a revisit of many times before, not just a mindless drive into the future.