the ashen grey sky leads as the forerunner of whats to come whilst the taste of snow flakes incite the buds on the tongue, it is as if when warm turns to cold, we are lead to believe that this grip of ice bearing down, may feel like forever, and for you already growing old thereby freezing your impression of what to believe that somehow this is not living, hence given your preferred inclination for a few degree's more you might wish though, to be somewhere else for at least a few months time until the cold shock of winter barrels and blows over, in its due time