A Chill in the Air
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There's a chill in the air.

A Chill in the Air

There's a chill in the air.

It's not soft, like the cool air blowing out of the vent during the summer.

It's not welcoming, like the grey clouds that indicate the arrival of light rain.

It's

It's Almost

It's Almost Lonely.

But nevermind that, because what kind of feeling is loneliness? Something you can easily get rid of, right?

WRONG.

There's a chill in the air.

It's not like the breeze of autumn, where leaves swirl gently in the sky above before pirouetting gracefully once to settle on the ground.

It's not like the clink of ice that refreshes the sweating glass of lemonade during the burning summer.

It's

It's Almost

It's Almost Cold.

It's almost cold, to the point that we beings shiver and scold about not having a coat on and why aren't you wearing gloves?

And it's not spring, because spring is gentle, mild, welcoming. Spring is the beginning of flowers and temporary allergies and nice weather.

It can't be spring.

It can't be summer, because summer is the season of scorching heat. Summer is when the pool feels like cool banana slush rising against your legs, waves relaxing as they touch the shore with a reassurance they will see land sometime soon. Sometime again.

It can't be summer.

It can't be autumn, because autumn isn't this cold. Autumn has golden red and brown and orange leaves floating,

It can't be autumn, because autumn isn't this cold. Autumn has golden red and brown and orange leaves floating, floating,

It can't be autumn, because autumn isn't this cold. Autumn has golden red and brown and orange leaves floating, floating, floating

It can't be autumn, because autumn isn't this cold. Autumn has golden red and brown and orange leaves floating, floating, floating underneath the sky that showcases the sunset at a mere seven or eight o'clock.

It can't be autumn.

And what about winter?

Winter is the season of holy crap, it's Christmas, and I forgot to buy presents and Happy New Years and bells that ring under the sky that darkens at five. Winter has that chill in the air that assures you that snow is coming, if not here then there, or everywhere else, and that chill sometimes represents things that don't deserve to be represented.

That don't want to be represented.

But they're represented anyway, so it doesn't matter whether the pitiful humans enjoy spring or not, whether they enjoy summer or not, whether they enjoy autumn or not, because WINTER

Because winter is coming.

Because winter represents a challenge.

Because winter is asking, "Can you survive this?"

Because winter is the necessary filter for those who understand and those who don't.

But it doesn't matter, does it? Whether you understand or not

Winter

Winter is coming.

THE END

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