Winter Evening

It slapped my face as soon as I stepped out of the building. It's attack welcomed me into its world and I knew that winter had no heart for those who were weak. Teasing me, it flipped my hair over and pulled my scarf onto the ground. It dripped ice water down my jacket and made me shiver. Damn you, winter. Your cruel moves have forced me to simply lock myself up in my home and cover up, closing my doors to others and the world.



Nonetheless, I love the simpleness of the cold, dark days of winter.