In the Absence of Colour

Cold, cantankerous and late, he arrived rapping at the window in the dead of night. We all talked about his absence, and now that he's arrived we'll surely talk about his presence -- although to call him popular would be contentious. With each step he challenges us to remember the true power this world, and how precious our dear warmth is. He arrives suddenly even when delayed, and is disposed to disappear without warning. Clinging to the ground waiting to ensnare you in patches, or hanging off of the rooftops in icy daggers, he is not afraid of you and will come again long after you were sure you'd overcome him. Forcing your breath short he will draw away your sensations and do his best to wrap you up in his frosty gusts. It has been awhile since we met, good evening Mr. Winter.