Outside the cold wind picks up speed as the autumnal race is borne. Coats and brollies are the fashion of the day. Layers and gloves and little red roses will be the next to appear. SAD is on the march. The call of the boilers starts on the first of October, awakening from their summer hibernation, heralding the start of autumn.
The gas man smiles a wry smile as the meters start to whir and his pockets and coffers will soon be full and flowing.
The nights get longer and the wolves come out from their dens to prowl unseen and unheard. Their danger masked and hidden by the fading light of the year. The leads the townspeople to feel safe and comfortable in their pueblo.
As in a perfect tragedy, the characters never see it coming.
Trying2beVegan 
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