Winter is near…

I close my eyes and lift my head heavenward, feeling the cold wind prickle and sting my face leaving it red and sore with cold. My feet have long since become numb, swollen and heavy despite the presence of three pairs of socks and the  thick lining of my boots. Nothing is able to fend off the cold.

I huddle in my jacket, my hands buried deep within my pockets, seeking little comfort from the storm raging around me. Cold rain beats down hard, blown around with the might of the wind. It blows with a bone chilling ferocity, beating down upon me as though in a fit of rage. Standing still in one position is no longer a plausible option, for the wind shakes me to the very core.

The sky, once a beautiful blanket of fluffy blue clouds which surrounded a golden glowing ball of warmth has now been replaced by a bleak sheet of never-ending white and grey. The golden ball of light has long since disappeared from sight, carefully concealed behind the ferocious black clouds.

A feeling of gloom and dread has descended upon the earth. Glum faces with deep-set lifeless eyes pierce mine. People everywhere keep their heads bowed down against the cold, briskly walking trying to shake off the cold, barely acknowledging one another with a nod of their head. Despair, dejection and depression are spread around like an evil mist; a thick dense fog encompassing us all.

I take it all in, unnerved by the misery surrounding me, for I welcome winter. The season has an odd peace about it, when solace is sought in the warmth of other humans huddling together as one, seeking comfort in each other’s company behind closed doors, yet at the very same time keeping away from all forms of activity outside as though afraid of what it might bring.

Away from the lashing wind, and wet sidewalks, surrounded by a multitude of blankets and cushions with a steaming hot mug of coffee in hand, contentment finally settles in. Watching the storm then, is a pleasure.

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