I See my Breath.

This week's forecast is grim. The rains and cold winds have come and they won't be leaving soon enough. As I walked to class today, I let out a sigh in reply to the weather, and I saw my own breath as if the air surrounding me was spitting in my face. A little part of my soul escaped with that foggy vapor. This puff of warm, depleted air let's me know that this weather is to be the norm for a season. The warm days will be the strange days from now on. I wish I could dig out a hole in a hillside and sleep for the next few months, but modern human institutions (i.e. school, work) won't let me do that. Goodbye, sweet Summer. Hello, cruel Winter.