Starry morning

Ezra Pound said it best:

Winter is icumen in
Lhude sing Goddam!
Raineth drop, and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm!

The most obvious sign of impending winter is the darkness. As I began blogging, the sun would be shining brightly at this time of day. This morning, the sky is full of stars: Orion hangs low over the drugstore on the corner.