Yes, the cold season approaches. How do I know? Here are some portents.

1. Well, the weather, of course. We’re having almost frosty mornings now. I was going to go jogging this morning, but I stuck my head out the window just a few moments ago and decided to wait until this afternoon, when I have a 3-hour break between classes. It’s calm at the moment, but winter on the hill on which we’re located features constant wind, it seems. Just a few days ago it was howling and screeching like a banshee. Which brings me to the second reason.

2. Halloween is a few nights from now. Saturday, there’s a big foreigner party at one of the local bars, but that’s just not my style, so I’ll stay at home and watch creepy horror classics, like “The Wolf Man” or “House on Haunted Hill.” I think they’re so much better than modern “slasher” flicks. Speaking of horror, here’s the next reason.

3. The World Series has started, horrifyingly, without the Yankees. As you probably know, Texas knocked off the New York boys in 6 games and the Rangers are playing the San Francisco Giants in the Series. I’ll be rooting for Texas, but they got bombed by the Bay Area team 11-7 in the first game yesterday. Here’s hoping they can do better today.

4. Low humidity. Salt flows from my salt shaker, rather than clumping up in it, I don’t have to worry so much about mold taking over my small apartment, and jogging is much more pleasurable; that is, when it’s not so cold in the morning and when we don’t have wind-tunnel conditions in the afternoon.

All in all, I much prefer summer over winter, but there’s nothing I can do to prevent it from coming. Turn up the heat, put the heavy quilt on the bed and warm up the apple cider. More later.