Where Autumn Surrenders
This morning unfolds as a quiet milestone in my journal—the first true freeze of the season. The day begins at -3°C, and the air carries that unmistakable sting that belongs only to winter’s earliest breath.
For the first time this year, my winter coat emerges from its summer slumber, shaking off months of stillness so it can once again stand guard against the cold. Hat and gloves return to their familiar duty. Their presence signals that the season has shifted.