A cold air blows through the naked trees, whispering about the storm to come. Silhouetted birds of all shapes and sizes sway slowly back and forth on branches as the wind sighs past them. They make no movements of their own, standing like frozen time-forgotten sentinels overlooking a winter ravaged landscape.
A gentle fog skips across the lake, untouched by the dark cold waters below. In a sudden outburst of air, the last leaf of fall is anxiously torn away from its dormant parent and sent spiraling towards its fallen brethren. They await to be buried in an icy tomb of snow.
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