You can see her in the air. It's early still but she's there.
The Winter and all her simple glory. She glides across the patrons' skin like smooth silk caressing every cell with a gentle kiss. She slips between the crevices like water, cleansing the dirt and grim from those hard to reach places.
I see her and I watch. I watch from the supermarket parking lot as she works her magic on the people, the leaves, the cars, and the trees. I watch as she pours her soul into the very air that we breath.
She's so kind. She adds a healthy pink glow to the body I watch her as she breathily massages the shoulder of every living thing I see, painting them with peace; everything that is, except me.