As you walk down the street snow crunches under your feet.  Your breath hangs in the air.  Every time you breathe in you feel the coldness inside yourself.

Its winter you feel and hear.

You hurry to get to your destination. There is a silent wind that bites at any skin that is exposed. With every step you try to cover up what’s showing. Tugging at your scarf and pulling your jacket tighter around you.

You get a feeling of warmness when you realize that you can’t cross the next street. Gathered with all the other people stopped at the corner. Everyone appears to feel it too. The light changes and everyone moves. The warmth is lost.

What you wouldn’t give to climb inside a cab right now, but no. You know you have to walk the distance. But still a cab would be nice. You watch the people in the cabs. They look so warm. You forget about the cabs and keep walking.

There is a coffee shop at the next corner, you’ll stop there. You buy a cup of coffee.
The smell of it wakes you up some. Just holding it warms your hands. As you walk down the street, breathing in the steam, you feel yourself warming up. Every once in a while you’ll sip some. You can feel it going down. It burns yet it feels good. You’re getting warmer.

Two more blocks then you’re there. Five more minutes till you’ll be warm. You pick up your pace a little. Just the thought of the warmness of the building sends a tingle up your spine.

As you reach the front door you stop. You look over your shoulder to the snow starting to fall and realize that you love winter in the city.

But still you go inside.  It’s warm there.