Knowing winter is coming is different from witnessing proof that it actually will happen. Again. In the still-hot days of last September, when the concept of cold was still far off, I was wandering Crane Beach and happened upon a single oak leaf left by the retreating tide. Many items can and do wash up and not set one to thinking about heating bills and shoveling the driveway, but an already-dead leaf can direct the mind to fretting.

So here it is, late February, still fretting about winter.