The Letters

[Mr. Winter]

"Here I come again!"

The tingling cold, accompanied by soft delicate sunlight in the afternoons, goldening the trees and the mud, has arrived yet again.

The gentle flowing breeze, attracting the weightless leaves in its direction of flow, touches past the houses, he so very much is familiar with. The breeze continues to flow.. Sometimes violent, sometimes gentle, sometimes playful and sometimes Still. But still, he continues to flow. The lonely but the cheerful wanderer, greeting everyone on his way, never once in his life, gets sorrowed by an unrecieved positive human response. He continues to flow, motivated by the subtle melodious songs, the rustling leaves sing for him, as he touches past them. He, the flowing breeze, continues to flow.. as cheerful as ever.. leaving behind him, the songs of his existance...

The green goldening leaf, bidding goodbye to the flowing breeze, welcomes the delicate yellow with an equal enthusiam, letting her sit on its lap and enjoying the delicate warmth she gives to it. The delicate yellow.. the beautiful golden.. How much warmth you carry! She, the delicate sunlight, continues to come in the afternoon, spreading her warmth.. leaving behind her, her golden warm glow which is reciprocated by the genuine smiles...

The tingling cold, accompanied by soft delicate sunlight in the afternoons, goldening the trees and the mud, has arrived yet again.

I, the pilani winter, would just say "Here I come again!"

Regards,
Mr. Winter


[Me]

Just read this letter by you Mr. Winter. And would love to spend a few months with you. Hoping for a wonderful december winter. I whole heartedly welcome you with gloved hands, Mr. Winter! Happy Staying.

Regards,
Shruti