sat inside bundled up, trying to ignore the cold draft coming from the window. He didn't like winter much.
finished his celebrations with the city and went home to spend a quiet night alone. He was use to this after all.
looked up to the sky as it lightly snowed. He didn't like too much, but this was just enough to make everything around him white. It was perfect walking weather.
[1900s] couldn't stand how his people were suffering. This was some of the worst he's seen his country, and it's all because of mother nature. He wasn't pleased about anything right now.
[1894] could barely move as he felt nothing but pain. His throat felt so dry that he could barely talk. He couldn't remember a drought this bad since the 1200s...
tightened his scarf around his neck as he took a walk. He didn't like the cold wet rain/snow that kept falling.
wondered which Christmas decorations to use this year. He made too many all the years before.
sighed as he looked outside and saw some snow flakes. It was that time of the year...
enjoying a smoke and the next thing he knew he was... some where that wasn't home.