Only the sounds of your lighter and your breath.
Occasionally a car passes by.
But it kinda sounds like the ocean.
It's very cold, but you can feel a bit of a breeze.
It might not be as cold as you thought.
But your toes are partially frozen.
And your legs are bare.
But it's the most relaxing thing you've heard all year.
There's something different about November.
Sadness coming over you.
But also a sense of peace.
A time where you can breathe again.
Breathe in the cold air.
Feel it through your lungs.
And breathe out a hot breath.
Hot enough for winter nights in the cold.
Breathing on your hands to keep me warm.
You didn't bring enough layers.
You're freezing.
But yet you feel complete.
You feel in place.
At peace.
