I heard winter knocking on my door....

Three days ago, it was still hot and sweating. However, the weather dramatically changed, just like him....

Waking up this morning, I heard winter along with its best friend, wind, knocking on my door. This afternoon, his another friend, rain, came visit me, too. For one who just came up here from south, it's really cold. In the evening, it was freezing colder. The chilly wind blows violently, as if it were laughing at me for stupidly waitig for someone colder and more indifferent to come back.
He used to be the one who gave me plenty of warmness in such a cold day. But now, I have to make myself warm, in such cold weather, along, and in this city where there were so many sweet but sad memories.


22:00 November 1, 2006