Air was cold and present while also gentle and serene
Streets were empty with the exception of myself
Wind rushed over the exposed skin of my face and hands, a fine caress of indifference
A lone bus quietly hummed past me, lights dimmed, passengers docile
Almost a humorous sight was the great mechanical beast, large in physicality, miniscule in mindshare
The green of the grass in mid December almost could deceive one into believing it was summer if not for the biting frigidness
Benignly, I wondered if I could make this place my home come Summer
Doted upon the idea, knowing that eventually I had to return to the Land of the Sea
It was not some great death of hope to my heart, this truth,
Merely a four month gap of nothingness in between an otherwise pleasant and enjoyable existence