Nights got awful cold during the wintertime.

When little snowflakes begin to fall from the sky, the smoke from a pipe and the breath of a man become one and the same.

Vincent's wilted lips curl into a melancholic frown. He watches with yearning as the white clouds exhale from his mouth.

Although nights like this were common, he knew they wouldn't last forever. These woeful emotions were only temporary, after all.

And maybe, the wind doesn't feel so harsh.