The wind is cold,
Fiesty,
Snapping at my skin through the thick sweater I am wearing
My hair blows furiously,
My bangs come into my face from time to time
And sure, it's annoying,
But I'm at peace with the nature around me
Or as much nature that is around in a neighborhood
The clouds show half soft marshmallows that are pure and untoasted
While there is a streak of thick, gray whispering about the danger about to be brought...