The days flitted away like so many leaves in early autumn, John would not speak of the illness for another month. By December, the remaining leaves were numbered, clinging to a life force that had given in to despair.
Winter arrived overnight unwitnessed. Time and change are fickle that way. The cold snap began the hibernation; a deep sleep as peaceful as it is deceptive, with the power to take more than a handful of hours and reduce man and beast alike, to a mound of fallen leaves.