Imagine a perfectly still Sunday morning sitting on this bench letting snowflakes dance like tip-toed ballerinas on your face. Feel the cold air shock pinkness into your cheeks. Listen as a clump of snow loses its balance in the tree overhead, triggering an avalanche of fluffy whiteness to pour onto a self-absorped squirrel digging for acorns beneath the snow. Imagine winter is coming--for it surely is.

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