As I walk to school the cold wind blows through my hair,
My breath shows in front of me as if it were a cloud,
My fingers start to numb so I slip them into my sleeves.
I sit on my couch in a blanket hot chocolate in my hands,
Watching television and being lazy,
I listen to the rain on my window as I lie in bed,
Curled up in my blankets, feeling safe.
Many people love winter the season of cold, also the season of my birth.
