winter. Its brisk taste entering my nostrils this morning. My over-priced winter clothing calling out to me, waiting to be taken out of storage for another 6 months. Rosy cheeks, stews, mulled wines, frost nip on the toes, cuddling for warmth, mmm, cuddling for warmth. The smell of ski wax. Stale air in the apartment. The smell of sweat in the air after friends come over to boulder. I love autumn, with its sense of anticipation. November, however, I could do without.