Carly

Winters Night​ By Carly Ouellet The winters night is coming closer. Bitter cold stings me as if needles are being forced into my skin. In the house my mother and father cook the food that we will eat. I am sitting on the side of the rode watching cars go by. I can here dogs barking in the distance. Then I smell the crisp air of winters night. And I knew it was time to go inside.