The cool temperatures come again as the sun passes below the horizon. I can see my breath in the twilight. My nose tingles with the crisp air and I pull my hands into the sleeves of my sweater to keep them warm.
The first few flakes of snow fall around midnight. Sprinkled from the heavens like icing sugar, they sparkle on the coloured autumn leaves, the tired grass, and the grey pavement. It is just a hint of snow, enough to make you take notice like a stolen glance at an old lover. I see you winter, you sly old fox. I remember.
The next day the sun dawns and winter’s light dusting is soon forgotten in the yellow rays of morning. The pendulum of seasons swings daily now, from almost summer to almost winter, but never really landing on either.
It is only a few more days before winter comes to visit with more than a stolen glance. He is brazen in his displays: fancy frost across my windshield, bouquets of fluffy flakes floating from the sky to greet me, and a nip or two at my fingers, toes, and nose by his precocious biting breeze.
I smirk at his flirtatiousness. He is courting me and a slow familiarity grows between us. It won’t be long before I accept him as a constant companion and give over to his bold blizzards or his silvery serene scenes. He is an unpredictable partner but always crisp and forward. He is the boldest beau and is sure to make me blush.