I step outside the air is still,
The sky is covered in thick white fog,
I smell the stale musk of coming rain,
And hear the husky bark of a distant dog,
I put my warm jacket on,
I breath the ice cold air,
That seems to scrape the flesh of my lungs,
Which sends chills all the way to my hair,
I walk along the concrete path,
With my head held down so my eye's don't sting,
My ears must be bright red from the cold,
And i dordle past an old guy whistling,
My hands warming in my jacket pockets,
I look up towards the sky,
I see the fluffy grey clouds,
And black and white magpies flying by,
My cheeks must be pale,
And my nose already so red,
My legs go numb as i struggle to walk,
As the rest of my body feels near dead,
I try to walk a little faster,
But my legs seem like their going to give way,
And how i wish that the sun would come out,
And scare the clouds and cold winds away,
With each step i take i walk into the fog,
And the smell of the rain gets so much stronger,
Until it pours down from the sky,
As if the clouds couldn't hold on any longer,
Not knowing where i'm going,
I walk forver it may seem,
So vague i just stare ahead,
As if i'm numb and stuck in a dream,
My lips shiver and my teeth chatter,
My hands burn from the cold and tears stream down my cheek,
A sliver car pulls up beside me,
And i have to clear my throat to speak,
I open the car door with my hands so numb,
And promise i'll never do that again,
I talk to mum beside me,
As i watch the windscreen pound with rain,
The heater is on and it's so so warm,
I feel the colour come back to my face,
I stare outside and hate the winter,
Just waiting for the hot summer days.
