It's a long shift, lots of time for reflection. Funny what runs through your mind when you least expect it. Though I love winter, the evidence of our mortality is everywhere, and it sinks into my subconscious mind leaving plenty of open space for melancholy. Autumn's dying is done, spring's re-birth is months away and the cold is relentless…

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