Here, both wind and cold rain came without a surprise
Yet, the long, weird Summer ended only yesterday
Quite a boring story but it is time for my evening walk
No dog on a lead for me, but my ever wandering mind
My tour is short, unchanged, call it my routine
It feels dark around, yet I don't want to hurry
A few lighted rooms behind windows, yet everything sleeps
Wrapped in my old winter coat I go on my usual route
I could almost mistake what day or what year this is
This scares me a bit for one second, but I dive in denial
So much has changed since last winter, but my coat
Not surprising that comfort comes in this old warming friend
In the pockets, long-forgotten items seem to come to life
Finding once again my fingers as I walk around the streets
Or through my mind very slowly
Then, I am home again, till tomorrow