Funk.

The frost on my windshield was the tipping point as far as I can tell. The days were already getting shorter, which was bad enough. But frost in October? In Georgia?  Hell, I was still peeling from the sunburn I got down in Florida a few weeks ago. Nothing wrenches the Southern soul like the first whiff of winter. Puts me in a funk every time.

Fortunately, we usually get a temporary reprieve down here via Indian Summer after that initial blast of cold. It's a second chance to steel ourselves for the dark months ahead. We zip our collars all the way up, pull on our wool hats and lean into the wind when it picks up again.

Winter, you SOB.