Winds have started shifting in my city. Its the eve of winter and its unlike anything I have witnessed before. My city has exploded in the colors of fall with every tree giving its own distinct hue. Winters are very different here; a world different from the time I used to cherish every moment of.
Back home, winters marked a time of reflection; where the nights were silent, blissful, enlightening. Here, they are weary, desolate and confining. Soon, the trees shall loose their colors and the entire landscape will be painted in white; winds will be biting, testing your every nerve, every sense; and all this will be here to stay. I only wonder now how different it will be from the years past.....