Nikole writes: The short golden autumn days had just started to fade into gently coloured ochres, soft pinks and siennas when the heavy snow fell. The line was drawn and there was no going back. Winter is here to stay.

November Snow

Once when I was young, meaning eternal, I took the present for granted. In the meantime, the future arrived.*

* From the chapter TIME in "Extracts of Existence" by William Markiewicz

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