Winter is coming.
The sun is weak, the wind is treacherous, the cold is harsh.
Only nightfall warms up the city with its orange trail.
What could be more delightful than walking through the fields when all you hear is your own steps and all you feel is your sole presence?
What could be more exciting than finding yourself in an unexpected adventure through the upcoming night, when all you can rely upon is a dying sun and a rising moon?
And what could be more inspiring than getting lost in the middle of nowhere when all the lights fade away, all the noises die out and all the landmarks disappear?
December sunsets: they enlightened my spirit, they obscured my fear.