This year winter arrived on a Wednesday. Suddenly and, though technically invited, in a brusk and careless manner that showed a certain lack of respect. Tuesday had been mild, with wise and weary trees nodding respectfully in the sepia afternoon light as Carl wandered slowly home, enjoying the sort of weather that’s finally put its party days behind it and figured out what it really wants in life. A red squirrel chirped good evening, as a little family of redwings packed up their bags for their annual journey. And then Wednesday woke up and took a big, cold, windy wet shit over everything. Screw you Wednesday.