The winter magic

It's coming.
Do you smell it?
Don't you feel it?
The outdoors are cold.
The bus has changed to cozy, warm haven, from the sweaty, smelly public transportation it was back in the summer.
The smoke is coming from the chimneys.
The sun is down, when I go to school.
And it's down again when I leave.
The snow isn't there yet, but it's just a matter of time.
The autumn has given way to new part of the year.
The Proserpina returned to her husband Hades, the king of the underworld.
And cold reign of her mother, godess of harvest Ceres, has begun.
The rauchenplatz (smoking place) in front of my school is empty.
Only sometimes a flock of few shaking addicts are standing there shaking.
Partly of withdrawal, partly of cold.
The sound of teeth clapping.
The magical, peaceful atmosphere.
THE WINTER IS HERE.