The Footsteps of Winter Lysette Stickney, '24 When thin tank tops turn into fleece sweaters but coats are just too stifling when houses are tangled in red and green lights but some are still adorned with scattered scarecrows when the chirping of birds in the morning is still present but their sound morphs into a thinly veiled lullaby when car windows begin to fog up but they don't freeze over you know winter is just down the street taking its sweet time