The cold wind is blowing outside like a young boy’s whistle

The grass is brown and frozen by the snow

The trees are empty cause the wind blew away their leaves

The flowers are shapeless and died

The sky is clear with no clouds

The sun is shining but not as hot as on a summer’s day

It is so quiet outside like there is no one alive

The only thing you see is the sheep walking around with their baby lamps,

The hen moving around the yard from one place to another followed by its chicks,

Digging the cold iced soil looking for worms to feed its chicks

Then again, you will now see this one man passing by the road,

Looking so cold and shivering

Rubbing his hands to warm himself

Wearing a very long fur coat,

Steam blowing from his mouth as if he is smoking a cigarette

That cold wind keeps on pushing him forward

Now that’s a winter morning!