My nose was raw and red, and my breath puffed like a dragon’s from my mouth. No snow fell, but the ground, frozen solid, crunched beneath my feet. Hands tucked deep into my jacket’s pockets were still bitten by the cold, and my toes grew numb in my shoes. The tiniest of ice crystals, frozen in the air, sparkled like thousands of the most delicate Christmas lights. The frost consumed everything, from the smallest blade of grass to the tallest street lamp. My breathing was thickened by the cold and the tips of my ears had that odd sensation of burning even as they froze. Beautiful and cruel, both cold and hot – is winter’s fall.
Okay, short and sweet in the truest sense. But I’m rather fond of it. And I am posting. So. Yes.