WINTER'S COMING
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Icy chills
travelling from the tip to the base of your spine. No ghoul or ghost just the wind playing freezing tricks. Brown leaves form a leathery carpet along the ice white glistening floor. Your air catches in front of you like a smokers incessant puffing. Bitingly cold air consumes your fleshy lungs a stabbing pain condensing within. Frost greets you like a lost friend as you embark on daily adventures. Only thoughts of making it warmly through the day keeps you going – giving you hope. A blanket of darkness draws around us, as we begin our travels home. Walking through the front door being greeted by a rush of warmth. The smell of food engulfing your flared nostrils as home comforts draw near. Greetings and welcome murmurings from loved ones serenades your ears. Sitting down with a glass of wine in front of a crackling fire and watching reruns of favourite television shows creates a longing desire to snapshot this moment into an album to remember and treasure for years and years to come. For me this is winter, not summer; it’s different but still loved. Winters coming. |
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