Guinness here. It is cold.
Zzzz...the world has gone to sleep.
Everything is still. Even the River speaks in strange little whispers. Shhhh...listen!
Just a few short months ago I was walking into the sunset with my Gramps.
Seems like a lifetime ago we were out picking apples.
But before you know it we will be wondering where Winter went. It will be Spring, then Summer-- and it will be Autumn again, you can be sure.
...love ya Gramps