时序之入冬，一如人之将老，徐缓渐近，每日变化细微，殊难确察，日日累叠，终成严冬，因此，要具体地说出冬天来临之日，并非易事。先是晚间温度微降，接着连日阴雨，伴随来自大西洋捉摸不定的阵风、潮湿的空气、纷落的树叶，白昼亦见短促。其间也许会有短暂的风雨间歇，天气晴好，万里无云，人们不穿大衣便可一早出门。但这些都只是一种假象，是病入膏肓者临终前的“回光返照”，于事无补。到了12月，冬日已森然盘踞，整座城市每天为铁灰色的天空所笼罩，给人以不祥之兆，极类曼特尼亚或韦罗内塞的绘画作品中晦暗的天空，是基督耶稣遇难图的绝佳背景，也是在家赖床的好天气。邻近的公园在雨夜的路灯下，满眼泥泞和积水，甚是荒凉。有一晚，大雨滂沱，我从公园走过，忽地记起刚刚逝去的夏日，在酷暑中，我曾如何躺在草地上，伸展四肢，任光脚从鞋中溜出，轻抚嫩草；我还记起那种和大地的直接接触如何让我觉得自由舒展：夏日里没有惯常的室内、户外之别，置身大自然时，我有如在卧室里一般自在。
It was hard to say when exactly winter arrived.
The decline was gradual, like that of a person into old age, inconspicuous from day to day until the season became an established, relentless reality.
First came a dip in evening temperatures, then days of continuous rain, confused gusts of Atlantic wind, dampness, the fall of leaves and the changing of the clocks—though there were still occasional moments of reprieve, mornings when one could leave the house without a coat and the sky was cloudless and bright.
But they were like false signs of recovery in a patient upon whom death has already passed its sentence.
By December the new season was entrenched, and the city was covered almost every day by an ominous steel-grey sky, like one in a painting by Mantegna or Veronese, the perfect backdrop to the crucifixion of Christ or to a day beneath the bedclothes.
The neighbourhood park became a desolate spread of mud and water, lit up at night by rain-streaked street lamps.
Passing it one evening during a downpour, I recalled how, in the intense heat of the previous summer, I had stretched out on the ground and let my bare feet slip out of my shoes to caress the grass, and how this direct contact with the earth had brought with it a sense of freedom and expansiveness, summer breaking down the usual boundaries between indoors and out and allowing me to feel as much at home in the world as in my own bedroom.
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