" The first frost comes to Beartown and Hed tonight.
The universe becomes silent. It is stunning in a way that letters can never embrace. If you ask someone who has moved away from here what they miss the most about the forest, they will probably say just this: the foreboding of winter, the still sorrow of a past summer, the autumn that seems to be only a wink here. The birds become hesitant, the lake freezes. Soon we'll see our breaths in front of us and our footprints behind us. "

― Fredrik Backman , The Winners (Beartown #3)