The trees have lost all their leaves.
The ground feels harder than usual.
The air in front of my face is white and smokey.
The people are wearing bigger jackets. Scarves. Gloves
My face begins to sting.
My wet hair touches my neck and makes me shiver.
I breathe on my hands to warm them up.
It’s then that it hits me. Fall is gone.
Fall only stayed for a fleeting time.
It went on its way and allowed winter to take over early.
There is snow on the mountains.
It will soon be here.
On the streets.
On the cold streets.
On the cold streets of Vancouver.