And fall.
And fall.
In a way it's wonderful (in another way it's scary). I'm fifty-two as of this writing and in those five decades you experience a lot. So much so that to have something be a new experience is a remarkable thing.
At least I'm remarking on it now.
What is remarkable is the rate of snowfall outside.
A firetruck just drove by, lights flashing.
This may be much more interesting than I first thought.
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