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I went ice skating today. In retrospect, I could have chosen a better day. It was negative thirty with windchill. Oops.

I can still skate backwards! I can still brake! I can still skate, period! It's been a few years. I didn't attempt spins. (I hate spins.) There were perhaps two or three dozen people out today - on a nice day, the lagoon is filled with hundreds of people. The relative sparseness of people worked in my favour, though; I was so bundled up there it was exceedingly impractical to look backwards when I skated backwards, so it was all good. I would like to go skating again. Only on a better day, thank you very much.

Reading through Hamlet again. V. exciting.

It snowed this morning. D:

Well, to be truthful, I did see it coming.

It's snowing.

It's snowing and the world is not a sparkling winter wonderland, but instead a dreary gray city sky, chilly and cold. The wind has decided to be biting and the sun is hiding, and I suppose Mr. Winter has arrived.

You know, we always see it coming; we just ignore the signs and hope that summer will last just a bit longer. Near the end of August, it rains--a dank, cold rain--but we shrug it off as a spell of rain, not the end of summer. And then you head out in the mornings to a frost-furred landscape, and think, "Oh, it's only September--it won't be snow for another bit." And then after that, you glance out the window, and the white flakes are falling.

It's cold. I envy the people who are still enjoying autumn, where fall is actually 3 months. You don't know what you've got...