it happens every year, although we are not usually aware of it. in a matter of a few days, sometimes less, the trees become naked and start their winter slumber. today mother nature is house cleaning. the wind whips through the city with such fearsness. the tress give up their leaves, the last few flowers sacrafice their pedals and the grass bends over towards a winters rest.
the sky is dark grey. for some it may seem a heavy day; for me it is a day of new beginnings. the winter season is upon us. today i walk through the windy streets , hot coffee in hand and look for all the signs that the world is ready for a long quiet sleep.
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