It’s cold in Midtown
It’s cold in Midtown. Snow drops to and from tree tops. Water stays wet long enough to make puddles but freezes just in time for foot traffic. The only cars on the road are all-terrain, though only the main road in town operates around this time of year. Icicles outline peoples’ homes like teeth, bearing themselves to the harsh weather that gnaws right back at them. A sharp wind weaves in and out of the trees surrounding Midtown, biting nearby folk with a deathly chill. The snow blows about while the town’s children watch from their homes, cheeks pressed to frosty windows with utter fascination at the bitter realities Mother Nature bestows upon their still-fresh world. These same realities terrify the parents, who call to their children to get away from the window at once and come sit by the fire they made to stay warm, comfortable, and oblivious.
