You're making me feel validated, you know. [It truly had looked and smelled abominable. Perhaps other places served better back then, but humanity overall has come a long way in that regard.] If this is to give your craft beer a chance... I'll allow it.

Change seen as invigoration and promise is... very human. I don't mean that disdainfully. It is a persevering characteristic to find that spark of hopeful coming spring as the days grow longer dark in winter. And of course such trials begin as early as in fall. [A hint of teasing there but also underlying endearment.] I hope you never find fear in the changing of leaves, Dawn. Only hope of what their colors might wrought.

I like rain freezing into snow. The blanketing not as a cover of ills but rather a transformative time of what might be found once it thaws.