Posted on November 12th, 2008 by admin. Filed under Poetic.
The sun rises as I depart for work and sets during my drive home. Daylight is fleeting and the long bitter cold is taking hold. What was once morning dew sparkling on my windshield under a newly risen sun is now a form of death-frost which I struggle to scrape off under the dim light of a street lamp. Already the temperature falls and the once warm breeze is now boreal and littered with snowflakes. The dark numbing winter is nearly upon us. If only I could hybernate.