So recently it has gotten cold enough here to snow (even if it wasn't much and didn't last long) and currently the water has frozen random bits of the sidewalk with thin, well concealed patches of ice.

Today, leaving the BSB, I had my official first fall of this winter season. :) It was a pretty good fall too, took me by complete surprise. I was there walking down the outside steps in a lively pace when all of a sudden WHOOSH! I was in the air! My legs kicked out completely and hovered with me at a nauseating one feet above the ground! Before any survival techniques could kick in, before any thoughts could cross my mind, I could feel gravity begin to tug on my coat hem (seeing as I wore no shirt tails at the time). Down, down I fell until, after what seemed four seconds, the ground and I reestablished our relationship. Startled and slightly dazed from the brief but action packed affair between the ground and my posterior I got up while replying to a witness to the brief fling. Walking away with neither pain nor pleasure in my heart or elsewhere I felt I was just witness to the start of a new season in both our existences.