Truthfully, I’m scared for the winter that will come. I’m scared for the cold that will surround me. But moreover, I’m scared for the coldness I’ll see in the neighbourhoods around me. Summertime nights, rolling into the car park, eating out late, 2AM and I can still smell the smoke wafting up our windows from the house in front. All in my mind is fire. But in winter, as night hits by 5PM all the doors are closed, curtains drawn and the wind beating against the windows is all I hear. I’m scared, to wake up and see the grey sky. Because honestly, it reminds me of the dark days when I couldn’t speak to you. But I’m praying this time, that we won’t repeat the dark days…let’s end the silence.