Do not let the greens leaves that have yet to change and fall to the ground deceive you. The chill has come. Brush off those boots. Dig out those knit scarves and wool mitts. Gone are the days of being a flâneur while the days of hibernation are just beginning. There will be less people on the streets and fewer dogs at the park. Squirrels are hurriedly running about often endangering themselves for bits of food before the ground freezes over and their once green world has turned into a barren land of white. When this happens, when the sun shines so strongly and so brightly you are sure that there must be some heat emanating off of it, I can often be found curled up on the couch, donning plenty of wool and sipping on some hot chocolate.