cold snap

Crisp frosty Christmas cake of a morning. No breath of wind. Cold leaves finally let go and fall, each making a single crackly whisper.Two little boys stagger across the path playing blind man's buff, hats pulled down over their eyes. Clutch of magpies and crows gaggle and peck round the benches at the top of the hill. A banner of mist stretches between the frozen world of the park and the gold painted city.