outfoxing the hawk

When the weather starts turning cold the true nature of this city emerges. The fortified brick buildings, the double-paned windows, and the gritty grimy grayness. Old signs adorn old store fronts. Coldness and darkness will soon take over the green growing landscape of summer. People bundling up as if it were a natural reflex with shoulders hunched forward. Glowing windows in thick buildings, neon lights inviting you to come inside and have a drink. Resignation of the bus riders. I look forward to the extremity of winter, as if it were an extreme sport, to see if I can survive "the hawk's" assault. Hoping the the inside-time will expose some great internal answers. As I am often told here, "You have to be crazy to move here from California." And it is not even fall yet.