"Winter hits you, a giant snowplow to the shins and you're bowled over again. By the time you realise it's autumnal and time for coats they're out of the shops and you have to grasp your jumpers around you, a makeshift coat indeed.
And I know it's a cliché but it's you, isn't it? You're winter. Everything about it epitomises you, the blasting cold breeze that blows me all the way back to my duvet, the little flickering leaves of anger, the isolation, the grey.
Someone said to me that the leaves on the ground danced like they were waving, but it's just another one of your flourishing rages, isn't it?
You must love the winter, sweeping round the drafty corridors, your cloak billowing around you, looking as imperious as ever.
It's a good thing. To be like winter. The good things about winter are so much better because of the cold, the snow would be so much less fun if it didn't numb your fingers. Although"
She added as they left the castle, no longer hand in hand but instead him just looking at her with his grey eyes- icy grey, cloudy grey, wintery grey,
"although" She added as she pulled her coat over her shoulders and fastened the buttons, "I always feel I need a coat around you, a comfort blanket, to ensure-"
She paused again, this was a tricky bit, she had had to begin to shout over the wind and squint her eyes so she didn't get leaves in her eyes, so they didn't start streaming again,
"To ensure I can exist alone, to ensure your cold doesn't quite get to the bone, so I can warm you up."
He didn't look at her, he didn't know what to make of that spiel so just silenced his thoughts as the wind rushed around their static bodies.