it was the kind of day where you could feel the storm coming hours away, where you could hear the sound of the birds flocking to the south even as the morning sun was laboriously climbing over the horizon. the cold penetrated through the dense layer of covers you had on the bed, and you could smell the electricity in the air. you could almost see the trees swaying gently in the wind through your closed eyes. it was the kind of day where you knew if you stepped outside without a sweater you would immediately feel the frigid chill and run back inside to get one. in between the silence of the room you thought you could faintly hear the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. you could just imagine the crunch of the fallen bronze leaves under your feet as you strode briskly down the sidewalk to your car. it was the kind of day where you knew the grass would be wet and slippery from the morning dew and the squirrels would be nestled away in their underground lairs. you could feel the hard coating of frost on the soft petals of the rosebushes.
you hit the snooze button and pulled the covers back up over your head.
winter was coming.