The gentle breeze

Like an autumn fall

The wind was tickling my fingertip

And the leaves sighed with a crisp

A snowman lay forgotten by a pile

The dust clouding up in my mind

The rain did a dance with my cheek

No one there to see me crying

All these seasons rushed in a blur

My head is aching

Cupping my chin

My wrist so fragile

So paper thin

I conquered a metal behemoth and rode it from my home to the castle walls that await my future

I battled the elements as the wind hurriedly attempted to blow me away, swiping at my face with its invisible claws

Ran into an old friend, we took a journey across the border in our own lands to partake in a heavy spicy feast

I absorbed the words of a wise countess, explaining the worlds life essence to me

Then off to fight the metal monster again before arriving back at my own stronghold and plopping down amidst my warm and comfortable bedding.

It was a cold and

utterly bitter morning

without coffee

without smokes

without clean clothes

sixteen degrees down south

is killing our productivity

and not to mention our manners

it's not going to be cold for long

but your indecency is forever.