Early winter morning and not a soul about. Hours before the day begins a light wind is in the air. Is a change is coming? Too soon to tell.
The village streets, wet with the first snowflakes, glisten in the warmth of the street lights. Wreaths hung from the lampposts, strings of lights in the trees, shops quiet in the night as yellow stars line the street above.
A early winters dream that no one will see, well almost no one.
December 15th, 2014
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