Lillie Bee

Another Dawn, Another Day. A morning mist hung over Sterling Avenue, its' dampness shrouding the sandy brown slated roofs and what branches the now naked trees had left. An early morning breeze blows empty crisp packets along the residential areas' tarmac pavement. Most of the residents still deep in slumber, as yet unaware of the awful weather that would greet them on this already depressing Monday morning. The wind had got heavier and its' temperature had decreased since the chiming of the clock tower to signal another new day. The chill seemed to be determined in making sure the residents would live to regret it if they forgot their trio of scarf, hat and gloves. If they did forget they would surely feel the airs' coldest breath deep within their bones long after they had settled in their final destination.