Winter came symbolically early, but in the physical, I suppose you could accuse it of being late. The slender leaves still clung wholeheartedly to the weeping willow outside in the front yard, and white blossoms still engulfed a protected geranium on the patio. Why was winter symbolically early? Because summer was faint and wilted. The summer vibration of light, energy, nervousness, sickness and obsession was completely and utterly invisible. Gone.