Riddles in the Dark

Winter is coming, to quote George R.R. Martin. You wouldn't know it passing by the local fruit store, though.

It's dark when I get up, it's dark when I go home from work. Already. There's worse to come, until winter solstice.

I kind of like the darkness, though, walking home from work. It helps me think. Tonight, I suddenly visualized the perfect way to illustrate next issue's cover story. One load off my chest.