Here it comes

The air stung her nose and pulled the liquid stored inside down toward her lips.

She tried to deny the gravity with every sniff but only delayed the inevitable.

Her breath hung before her in little puffs of clouds, disappearing in seconds.

Tiny crystals clung to blades of grass, shimmer in low light.

The stars above seemed somehow clearer-crisper in the chill atmosphere.

Slightly numbed fingers fiddled for the correct key for the door that held within it a comforting warmth.

The cold season was coming.

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