Bang ! Winter

Win­ter was no dif­fer­ent, he arrived all at once with his gusts, his snow, his uncom­fort­able sky. Peo­ple did­n’t seem sur­prised, did­n’t look like sur­prise days. There are prob­a­bly a few motorists who, once again, will have been caught with their sum­mer tires in the air.… But hey, bang ! Win­ter’s here. Autumn is dead, the sludge is in charge of crush­ing them and then freez­ing them. The ploughs will even­tu­al­ly glean them and there will be noth­ing left of them in a mon­th’s time. In six months, the trees will take their revenge.