Winter is coming soon

Dear Everyone, In front of me right now is Sis and Masis= Mt. Ararat. I am sittin gin a place called Cascade. A cascade of steps that over look the city and faces Mt. Ararat. It's a place where sweet hearts go to feel eachother amongst the flowers-- it is grougous. It is here from where I am writing you now. The wind is blowing a little, but so is the sun. A nice change from the growing cold days. Winter is coming soon. People do what they can to prepare. But for many, there is nothing they can do. It is the season of mastering all human potential for survival. The hope is just to be alive in the end. Last week, thwn I was visiting with families. I asked one father, is it possible to get used to the cold, to adapt to it? He said yes. But the many other families i visited said no. It is not possible to get used to the cold. It's a bitter chill that starts from the inside of the bones and extends outwards out of the mouth. No matter how many blankets a family may own, the children and parents grow deathly ill from the damp, frigid, dark winter. Inside their houses was colder then outside. If they had a stove to heat the house, wood is rarely found for the winter.