My park seems so much smaller with no leaves on the trees. There is nothing to conceal that it is only this far or that far from here to there. It really is just a tiny piece of land. There is less solitude. There is less peace with no veil concealing this from that and that from this, and all of it from me, and me from them. There is a sense of melancholy. The geese and ducks are huddled in the lake and moving more quickly to keep the water in motion so it doesn't freeze. There will be some point in time when it doesn't matter how quickly they paddle. Home will freeze around them.
It happens to all of us, guys. Don't take it personally. It just is what it is.