janestarz | Winter is coming....

Every night I cycle or walk home from the station, I look around and take in my surroundings. The city isn't too pretty, but it will do.
Last weekend we switched to winter time and that means that around six pm, just when I step out of the station, the sun is setting and dusk is falling over the city. The city air turns crisp and cold and the tang of winter to come can be felt on the skin. My hands are bloody cold on the handlebars of my bike, but I can't help but smile at the world. Winter is coming.

The streetlights blink on and the soft glow of the city tries to shy away the creeping darkness. Combined with the crisp air and the tingling taste of winter and frost, I feel happy. Sinterklaas and Christmas are coming up, candles on the table, darkness shut outside, nice and snuggly under a blanket on the couch together with my love. All these things I remember because of the way the day feels at the end of my daily traintrip.

Winter is coming. Come, frost, come.