Fingertips bitten by the frost,
Trudging through the snow.
Darkness of the bitter night lost
In the friendly streetlamps’ glow.

The sweet scent of the bakery
Cradles my attention.
The holiday lights uplifted me,
Photographed without hesitation.

Hat and gloves kept me warm
On this silent cobblestone street.
Winter’s the time for snowy storms,
Wearing scarves to suppress my body heat.

Staying cosy in the warmth of my home,
Reading books, quiet and alone.