Winter can take a flying leap off a cliff, as far as I’m concerned. Last night was the first real hint of it around here. The wind was whipping up something fierce. I thought the windows were going to shatter from the explosiveness of it. It was insane. This morning, the wind persisted, and added to it were flying shards of ice, travelling parallel to the ground, defying gravity. I propose this: let’s vote winter off the island. We’ll just skip from fall directly into spring, and then into summer. Three seasons are enough variety for me, thanks.