New England folk tend to regard autumn as a mixed blessing. It's a good time to get work done, especially after the idiocy of the summer. There's a sense of false urgency created by the holidays, but everyone accepts that things won't get finished till the spring.
Winter always brings a sense of accomplishment. The sun rests, but the blaze of headlights on the highways in the evening makes us all feel virtuous. Brave wanderers, bold conquerors all.
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