A Quiet Glide into Winter

It’s that time of year when you leave work and step into the dark, and the bakery throws its light onto the street. Not yet cold–just a little chilly–but dark and light everywhere. I think back on my first November in Szolnok, in 2017–going to the basketball game, going to the Kati Nap contest and then the Tablóbál, seeing the mist over the rivers. It’s different this year, because we can’t have the big celebrations, but the oldish memories weave in and out. It’s before all the Christmas decorations start going up, before Kossuth Tér fills up with cider booths–a quiet glide into winter.

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