The winter knocks ❄️

The Winter Knocks Hazy skies and chilly mornings. Walking through the backyard, I crushed a stunning maple leaf beneath my feet. The wind howled so fiercely I could barely stand, while dust filled my eyes like a traveller crossing the Sahara. Inside me, my blood vessels constricted; the hair on my skin stood on end as my body reacted to the sudden cold. My breath escaped in pale clouds, as though I were exhaling the frozen air of the wilderness. The chilly air leaving my mouth felt colder than a cup of Canadian coffee left outside until it turned to ice. “Which month is this?” my mind whispered. “It’s October.” I needed warmth. I hurried back to my room, reached for my autumn hoodie, and pulled it on, a beautiful design adorned with autumn leaves, as though I were wrapping myself in the very season that had sent me running indoors.