It’s over. It’s ending. It’ll come again, sure, but that’s so far away. Soon, sooner than you think, snow will be on the ground on your car on your drive. Ten minutes will turn to twenty minutes. More time for morning radio — what are we talking about today? A man was robbed, but not of his wallet, his keys, or his phone. They took his food. At 3AM they took his food. So he called the cops. With a longer drive there would be more insight, maybe some callers, but instead it’s just the story. A brief glimpse into someone’s misfortune.
It’s over. It’s ending. Soon the leaves will change, but we like that part.