Autumn is only a few days away but the frost came early to the train station. When this icy mist hit the train, it froze on the surface of the windows and cars, crackling into icy patterns, then melting.
Last year by this time we had already gotten a frost at our bucolic manor, but so far this year I've only seen its' icy grip in the shadow of the mountains where the station is.
Part of me is looking forward to the cool season ahead. The other part of me is dreading the work that comes with it.
Maybe that's why there are so many holidays in autumn. It keeps your mind off of the chores.