A look outside the window should suffice to bring the winter into the room. The windy palace makes its presence known, the gray skies a testimony to the slate walls that cover the heavens. The leaves, no longer the green they used to be, flutter like light feathers down from the branches, collecting at my feet like a thick, dry carpet. A few brown shells litter the ground, with white faces and shiny coats. People bundled in their downs pass by, their hands dug deep into the depths of their coats...

Written on Monday, October 11 at 8:25 PM