The first fall winds are blowing now. The night before last, they came. I was sound asleep with the window open, when summer decided to leave for the year. It’d been a warmer day, and the cooler night was welcome… until the fall blew in. The breeze went from refreshingly cool to cold in seconds. Mort came upstairs to be closer to us… high winds and foul weather unsettle him. Soon it’ll be time for our young men to take to the fields, and us older farts to stoke up the wood stoves. Valhalla is where you make it.