The air is like ice,

It gets colder every second,

The wind blows high above the trees,

The bright green grass below my feet,

And the dull grey sky above me,

People begging to go inside,

To the comfort and warmth,

Fast cars racing by me

On the thick, black, wet road,

Fat birds above my head,

The wind blowing them to their destination,

I see three kids laughing,

Not bothered by the cold, icy, air,

They head to their blue car 

Covered in rain,

They pull out of two thick yellow lines,

And drive away from me,

Water splashing under the tires