Fall has lingered here. Like squirrels busily storing food, we are frenetic with energy. Busy, warm, sunny afternoons and rushing from one activity to another on crisp, clear evenings. Yet I miss the solitude the chill air brings. I want winter to wrap my home in a thick, soft blanket of snow, while I sit by the fire, linger over a book and a steaming mug of tea. I am ready for a moment; a season, of stillness.