When i open my window there is this smell. The smell of delicate raindrops falling on the roof while it is cold and dark outside. When we even can see the sun during daytime, it is setting super early already. The chimneys produce some slight smoke from the wood they do burn. The smell is getting stronger but it is not excessive. The situation feels intimate. It feels as if it has been forever like this. People try to stay warm like this.

We need to stay warm to survive this coldness we get from life, from nature. It feels like everything wants to drag us down, wants to see us freezing. Wants to have us cold. We try to lean against it. We don’t ask ourselves if it is worth. We just lean and do what they all did so far. That smell is familiar. The act of opening the window. Staring far into the nature. Looking around and seeing shapes of trees waving to the sound of the wind. The sound of cars driving on the street. What might be their destination. Where are they going to. The green grass slowly is getting prepared for the winter. Is it even green? The darkness is not giving answers. The birds are silent and only some houses have their lights on. A lot of deja vus are occurring. Flashbacks from better times. Times where things were good. Times where life felt different. Times where it was warm and the thoughts were free of worries.

Then there is this smoke again. I close my window. It is getting cold.