I love watching fall fade into winter. All that gold showering down into shades of grey, hazy tree lines and the muted fields. In spring and summer it’s just green, green, green everywhere, and at the height of fall the patchwork of colors can be overwhelming – but winter seems more mature. It’s restful to the eyes and nudges you into appreciating overlooked things – like the shape of tree branches and the colors of dry grass. Sorry to wax poetic on you, but it’s one of those days.