a little walk outside

look at the sunset light, gently wafting through the chilling air, and take a deep breath

feel the warmth of dim glowing nostalgia

listen to the fading susurrus of some last remaining leaves aloft between frail twigs

do you perceive their hushed conversation with all those carefree drifting snowflakes

heralds of the coldest, of the calmest of all times

rich in hazy grayness
rich in homely coziness

are you excited about upcoming burts of dull childish laughter, scattered by agile winds, amongst bright shining white plains

searching for a name of this feeling
expectation
excitement
wistfulness
anticipation

all at once

welcome wintertime