Inviting a Cold Season

When the chilly weather arrives to northern zones: feel its frigidity slowly enter the tiny pores of your skin, and penetrate your unprepared and shivering bones... snow may be coming soon, even before the jolly Christmastime; and if snowflakes is what you crave, hear those silver bells chime. If I were a kid, on a snowboard I would ride to feel the thrill of magical winter everywhere... have you noticed how peaceful it is outside? I lean on the windowsill to stare at the monotonous, white sky... underneath it, all trees are covered with snow so fluffy and dry. It would be nice to hear the warbling of a timid canary, to melt away some of the boredom in this afternoon, because no joyful words can be written without harmony... not even a painter would feel inspired as in other seasons, unless restlessness forces him to paint snowy sceneries. I should brave the cold and take a brief walk, making the first footprints in the soft snow... greeting folks I often meet by the oldest oak; and conversing with them on the same park bench, I can reminisce past winters... and as our loud laughter echoes through the solitary pine groves, daylight dimmers.