Short Story: A Stranger on a Cold Winter Day

When I awoke, the sunlight corrected my face and the yellow light passed through a small hole in the curtain. He adjusted to an alarm that was not stylized, and gently slid the light. He kept lying on the bed and gazed at the dull gray stone in the ceiling. His room is quiet and dark. If he does not want it, that will always be the case. He sighed. "It is almost over," he badly thought. He removed his lid, stood up, stretched out his hand and yawned. He pulled the curtain aside and assigned a red hue that took a bedroom.

Winter brings few days. They must wear and withstand holes like shoes. It is difficult to look at the cold world and cold in the bed through the window, it takes a long time. Cold joints make them ache. The sun became distributed. A short day seems longer than the infinite night in the hustle and bustle. Every season, the mind is always on the go. I am looking for a new house. Change the scenery. The assertion brought about by summer is that better is only a good thing. A warm climate removes worries about a cold. There are plenty of runaway plans in winter. Migration, further fixed placement. The count stop is unknown. The dichotomy of the temperature at both ends of the calendar is a known quantity. Movement only destroys this balance

There are two types of winter in Chicago: winter with snow and cold winter. Occasionally cold winter falls below zero (Fahrenheit), but it is usually below zero but below 20. Unless you wear it you will hear a lot of discussion about cold, strong winds in winter, where you really feel cold (see below). In the cold winter mainly occurred in January and February, I think that it is the most difficult for the temperature to fall below freezing.