It starts to rain.
I'm a winter lover.
Salvation season, aristocrats, with their fancy chimneys, elegant wine bottles, chestnuts, and chocolate.
On the other side of town, a yellow naked door shivering from a windy storm.
Behind that door, a tiny girl trembling from severe strokes, winter was never friendly with poor souls.
Girl why is your sleep rough?
Mate, my Xmas has passed away, and my flesh has become malodorous, I've been handled and abused many times.
I once had a past matching your summers.
But darling, I've been forgotten between the raindrops and my fucking watery blunders.