Whispers Of Winds

Winter started not with a howling cold blast of wind, but with a whisper so soft that I missed it. The chill swept over the country blanketing the paths, as mothers tucked their children in to keep them warm. People wrapped up warmer and traded their summer t-shirts and shorts for warm woollen jumpers and cardigans. It was the kind of weather, had you have seen coming, you’d have stayed inside. However, that’s the problem, you never see it coming. It doesn’t give a sign or an advance letter. It comes without warning and arrives when it wants. It stays unpredictable. Winter started not with a howling cold blast of wind, but with a whisper so soft that I missed it.

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