November

Waking up to the faint trickling of pipes and radiators awakening

Clicking the kettle on to pour that first sweetened coffee

Opening the curtains to reveal the magic of the day

The sky had been painted a very pale pink

The rooftops had been sprinkled with white shimmering frost

The window panes misty and dripping with condensation

The hot water from the shower prickles my cold skin

The steam swirling around the room opens my airways

Layering up in warm clothes from the radiator