It is December and the air is crisp and chilling.
The trees stand naked and vulnerable.
The sky is overcast and gloomy.
The birds have flown south and their songs are a distant memory.
The sidewalks are hard and bare.
There are no flowers sprouting from the cracks.
The salt from the last snowfall left a chalk-white stain all over town.
People stay inside, trying to keep warm, and the streets are lonely.
This is winter.
That is to say, even the weather feels a little gray sometimes.
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