A Glimpse of Winter

Cold, he thought. He looked up at the bluish gray sky.

The frigid sky had been low the whole morning, almost threatening snow. The winds had been a little harsher since winter started. A wintry breeze blew against his face as he tugged his jacket closer. Sidewalks and lawns had been carpeted by crisp colorful leaves since fall. Bleak trees lined the island in the middle of the road. Lawns were no longer green but yellow.

Cars passed by rapidly. They looked like shooting stars of variant colors had the road been the night sky. Yet even though they are so colorful, they were always far away. One can only see them pass by in a never ending array of succession.

The freezing houses lined beside the street seemed uninviting. The countenance of the houses seemed to change every season. In the summer, they looked cheerful. In the winter, they were bleak. Brown and white painted the morose dwellings.

However, despite the weather outside, within the houses, people gather with their families. The sound of cheerful laughter emanated near the fireplace. Vivacious lighting of white and yellow gave life within the house. There was that touch of gaiety in every corner of every house.

There is still hope, after all, the boy reflected upon himself. In this city where people are of different origins, they merge and live together. There is still that hope as long as they don't misunderstand each other. In the oneness of the things they do, I see that glimpse of hope...that the sun will rise again tomorrow.

-Ron (hmm...this piece looks totally random)