Grey clouds against a dimming yellow sign. Hanging on a rusty bar by a hook. The whole scene looks dreary with naked cold trees that are dark with the mourning of winter and a frigid air that hugs close to a walkers skin, even in a sweater.
A scarf and mittens could be happy today, but the silver buttons on a worn jacket are not. A jacket that struggles to hold itself together and tries its best to keep out the cold.
Why is the cold so uninviting? Why can't the cold be something a person looks forward to, instead of hiding from it in many layers.
Cold must be a very lonely thing.
A scarf and mittens could be happy today, but the silver buttons on a worn jacket are not. A jacket that struggles to hold itself together and tries its best to keep out the cold.
Why is the cold so uninviting? Why can't the cold be something a person looks forward to, instead of hiding from it in many layers.
Cold must be a very lonely thing.
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