We know this season in our bones. In the days around The first snowfall stripped down those few leaves that were left as a valiant but futile rear-guard on the gray branches of trees, and winter coats came out to stay. Beaches are lonely and wind-pierced places. Lights began to appear on the streets of the village centers down-Island and church bazaars and a panoply of holiday activities await Islanders in the weekends ahead.