That cascading beautiful stillness I craved has landed on my city. A blanket of slow motion white covers everything. When not 24 hours ago the decaying brown of autumn was still surrounding us.
This peaceful reminder of my childhood, when I would lay still in the dark and watch the flakes fall only in the street light as I coaxed myself into slumber. Though I'd periodically wake up and venture another look to the sky, it was always thick and pink and seemed to loom and leer at me, not quite laughing, but smiling with a smugness that I can't ever seem to recreate anywhere.
This is winter. As it finds its way into my bones. Slinking in between my toes and out of me in puffs of air on the cold empty streets.