One minute, all the rabbits are two-toned and the next, it's winter.
No complaints are allowed, though, because we had an actual Autumn this year, i.e. longer than ten days. The shoulder seasons are very brief, here in the high plains desert, so I celebrate those years when they do linger.
I've actually been enjoying the after-dinner walks to pick up the mail, now that our flyers and bills are delivered to a community mailbox. My walks have been getting progressively longer, since the early darkness allows me to gawk into my neighbours' houses. That never gets old.
I expect the mail-fetching will get tiresome, however, once the sidewalks ice up and I start walking like a penguin, butt cheeks clenched to avoid slipping and pulling a hamstring. Everybody knows it's the gateway injury to falling and breaking a hip.
Because just like that, you are old.