Can you feel the dread coming?
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Before all the English majors and autodidacts among you point it out, I know that by "winter" Shakespeare was signaling an end of something, in this case "discontent." Here I definitely am signaling the beginning, or at least recognizing the creeping tendrils of a beginning of something but it just happens to be Winter. So, I figured I could shoehorn it in. I suppose "Now is the first sign of spring of the literal Winter of our discontent," would be more precise but it's a bit clunky.