Winters coming

Winters coming. Its only august and i can feel it already. The realization when you step out the door one day in summer and its already winter. The way the cold stings your cheeks and everything smells different. Its dull all the time, i cant even see the sky for clouds. You start to buy cardigan and jumpers, and make sure your umbrellas in your bag every time you set foot out the house. It makes me sad that you cant see the sun, that your never too warm. But i like it, i like the smell of winter, the smell of rain. Its the few months of nothing. Its not reached the exciting lead up to christmas, yet its left the fun of summer. Winters coming, i feel it.