The chilly fingers of winter play lightly at first… tickling one’s cheeks and cheekily tweaking the nose and ears.

Winter is wicked though and soon its touch become a sharp flick here, and a cruel slap there, taunting then tormenting as those blows increase intensity.

Pain seeps into bone and tissue, grist and joint – that evil frost slowly creeps and blood freezes and all halts.

Fuck winter