Winter is here, after a rather mild autumn. We've had the rain, we've had the freezing dawn and the first frost has occurred. The colour of the leaves have long faded, fallen away into its silent death. Skeletal fingers of trees reach up towards the deepening grey skies.
It is cold. It is so cold. And they promise another cold snap over the next 2 days.
Rain, too. And the ground is muddy and sticky, as I go running through the trails, my fingers numb with cold, my body generating a warmth that seeps out and becomes vapour against the chilled winds.
Everything is chilled.
Everything is cold.
It's not just the cold. It's the darkness that does not leave the dawn, the darkness that encroaches too early in the evening.
Everything is dark. Everything is cold.