The last leaf fell off the maple tree. Winter was setting in. The vivid silhouette of the tramp clearing the fallen leaves was visible as a ball of orange light glowed over the horizon. A flock of migratory birds flew over the purple sky – the last remainder of summer.
Within moments, the tiny town was engulfed in darkness. Rake over the shoulder, the tramp walked away leaving behind the pile of leaves. Crunching of the gravel beneath the legs could be heard distinctly. Up at the sky, the twinkling of what seemed like diamonds could not be missed by the eyes. A low howling sound could be heard as the cold wind lashed the city. Crackling sound was heard as a fire was lit. Walking over to the fireplace, I noticed the warmth spread over the room. It spread as the fire opened its wings like the phoenix, glad to be reborn again.
Crouching on the sofa in front of the fire, I heard the crash of the china as the cat leaped over it to take refuge in front of the fireplace. The maid rushed in with pale face only to find that peace had been restored again in the lonesome house. Opening the door at this time would be utter foolishness but, ignoring the fact, as I opened the door, I found myself being slapped on the face by the cold hand of the gruesome wind. Stepping outside, fighting the wind, I found something soft falling on me. A white cotton blanket seemed to cover the city only to make it colder.
Millions of tiny pieces of silver seemed to look up on me from the sky. Looking further, I noticed tow dogs fighting for warmth under an old jacket. Retracing the steps, I found myself facing the familiar door which lay in front of me. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I stared at the street that lay below me. Soft snow fell silently on it. The winter had finally turned its face towards us.
We were ready to face it for the next six months. I noticed the moon shine silently upon the town illuminating the pathway that lay in my line of sight. As I lay watching this, I found myself slipping away into the dreamland.
