• Looking through the darkness,
    With frost on my windows,
    All I see is the bright city lights,
    Waiting for something to happen,
    New York's fresh air drifts through my nose,
    I inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
    Still waiting.
    Standing up on my two cold feet,
    I slowly walk to my closet.
    The warmth of my nightgown shimmers gently through my fingers while I put it on.
    Once again, I look out my window through th darkness at the city lights.
    For it is winter.
    The greatest time of year!