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This week, the leaves changed. The bright green chlorophyl seems to have vanished alongside the warm, westerly wind, leaving orange and red pigments amidst the branches. The new cold air serves as a reminder that winter is nigh and the sun will begin to reveal itself less and less. I am not personally a fan of winter. Maybe it's the frigid temperatures and wind chill against my skin while going for a morning run, or maybe it's the surplus of incompetent drivers that seem to gravitate towards the town where I live. Either way, shovelling your car out of the snow before driving to work at 4:30am is not ideal for any individual. I don't care how keen you are. But there is also a comfort in the changing of the seasons. As much as I do miss the warm sun on my back, and the feeling of sand between my toes with warm water to submerge myself into periodically, the cold weather is a reminder of the Gods consistency. If for example, one year, winter never showed its face and we s...