Winter

Everything looks a tad grayish, the sky, the streets, the grime sullying the pristine snow. People around me dress in colors that reflect the weather. They wear darker colors, not only because it holds the warmth in but also because clothes are reflective of the mood and the weather.
I look up at the sky and I see a creeping emptiness, the sky does not look blue anymore, but the vicinity does. The ghost of the dead trees stare at me like a skeleton stripped of all its defenses. I see people around me but all that I see is a faint image, reality is just a blur, a half focused view that my mind is trying to decode.