Tomorrow begins winter. Leaves are gone. Bare tree limbs crackle in cold winds, snap off, and kids use them for swords to defeat dragons.

I watch passers-by. Old and young couples holding gloved hands. Some are smiling. Others march forward into snow; wishing they were in Florida.

Birds eat stale bread lying on brown grass. Outdated hamburger buns and pieces of pita with mold on them are swallowed bit by bit. They fly off in a flutter.

Winter comes tomorrow. It’s time for a long nap.