December

1st of December.
 The chilly wind kisses the back of my neck. 
I’m left exposed to the cold without the warmth of my scarf.
 I slightly shiver and my body shakes a little because all warmth has been replaced with the cold.
 Can’t count how many times I saw my breath when I exhaled. Maybe it’s strange on cold days like this,
 I just want to walk in the woods and get lost.
 Hearing dead leaves crunch under my leather boots. 
A breeze slithering in between the trees. 
Making the leaves dance a little.
 I like to see the sky filled up with grey cotton balls, giving off a melancholic atmosphere.
 Rather than the warm sunshine spilling out, radiating a lighter atmosphere.
 Maybe i just like winter because that’s when everything comes to an end.
 Because once that clock strikes midnight after December 31st,
 It’s a new beginning. A new start.
Maybe that’s what I need. 
To let go of the heavy burden that’s been resting on my heart and my shoulders.