The Coming of the Cold

I'm there again. On the threshold of the doom and gloom. I have to admit, first and foremost, that autumn is a quite lovely season. There is, however, always that notion in the back of one's head that things are drawing to a close. The beauty of the colourful leaves is shadowed by the knowledge of their imminent fall. The cool evenings are slowly getting colder, and even if they are still decently enjoyable, the instances in which they are increasingly far apart. With the weather as it is, it may be a good thing then, that my focus is being shifted from the weather to other things. School is in full throttle, to say the least. New year, new classes, new teachers, same stress. This year though, I am expecting it, so the stress is more manageable. The management of stress, infact, is a thing that gets increasingly harder as the winter approaches. Cold and slippery roads limit such things as jogging and the like. However, with a brand new gym having been installed at the swimming pool close by, I think some hours at the gym are in order!