Dropped, Spiez, Switzerland

Every morning is a step closer to winter, every day sees a temperature drop, until the boots come out and the roads become white. Every day, the dusting on the mountains comes a little lower, a little closer, until it falls, soon, pretty and cold, on the window sill. Mornings are darker, warmth is for indoors only, and thoughts turn to hot drinks and thick socks.

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