Now that December had dawned, the last vestiges of summer and fall are rapidly vanishing. And with that so are those lovely creatures of the warm months, the nymphs. There may some winter nymphs out there, but I have yet to discover them. Perhaps this winter will bring new delights. Who knows. But in the meantime I must mourn the annual flight of the wood and water nymphs into their mysterious winter abodes, not to be seen again until the first blossoms of spring begin to appear.

Oh winter, your darkness oppresses me!