Costner: Winter is coming

Coming back from my post this evening I was struck by how much more crisply sound seems to travel in cold evening air. Perhaps because the other townspeople have been chased inside, you can now hear everything: rustling of single leaves, three twigs breaking in rapid succession as a passerby steps through the gutter by the roadside. Or maybe, as mentioned before, it's because senses are heightened in cold air, and thinking becomes easier--or, rather, you cannot help but feel sharper, more alert. Certainly one is more tense, less languid, as your body twitches to keep itself warm against a penetrating wind. In the summer I could remember thinking how strange it will be to see this place cold once again. Seeing it now, I cannot believe it ever was warm in the first place.