Cold creeping in…

window

I was writing by my window which had been open for a while. Dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts I hadn’t noticed that clouds had covered the sky and it was getting cold. Unconsciously I must have known, because in my novel I wrote:

The moment they left the lush vegetation the temperature plummeted and the chatter of the jungle gave way to the howling of the wind coursing its way between the rocks.

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