This is a story of a November day, when the air is cold, and the wind blew so hard that the leaves danced mad dervishes in the street. Beware that cold wind. It might carry you away in a bewitching dance to far off places that are less forgiving, but no less beautiful.
Places where the cold is so awe-inspiring, and so breath-taking, you do not realize that it is stealing your warmth little by little. And replacing it with that cold. Be wary, warm blooded child. Be wary, and watchful, for your warmth is precious.
