These days...

(Although in Punjab we don't such luxuries. Source)

This year, winter has invaded plains of Punjab like real gurrelia force: conserving during the day, letting sun reign whilst at its cyclical twilight; and, attacking with fury at night, knocking out anyone who dares takes his head out of burdensome blankets. 

However. Weather is romantic at afternoon. While the greenry hasn't left the corridors of trees, the breeze magnify its beauty, inviting people to come out and enjoy the few gardens and parks Lahorites are blessed with. 

It seems that the winter sends open invitation to everyone to come and walk with it, as if to warm it and reduce its own harshness, as if to hug it... inviting people to let loose their consumption of tea and coffee, again to relish in the warm glory of preceding summer, teaching us the importance of complementing with the 'other'...

Throughout the year, i anticipate the lonely walks i'll walk during the cold of the day and at the night, with few around... It is a kind of spiritual retreat after so much meddling with humans in summer nights...