"Here is..."
"Is it?"
"Okay, no problem. Who else?"
"Alright, I'll be there on time!"
After hanging up the phone, a man frowned, leaning forward, one arm supporting his chin on the edge of the table, turning his head to look at the gloomy sky outside the window.
It's been snowing these days, yet it always seems like the snow isn't coming down cleanly—it snows for a bit, then stops, then snows some more, then stops again.
Unable to dump all the snow in one go, it remains a cloudy day.
The cold dampness of winter is like a chaotic magic attack, which is horrible for people living by the sea.
When the sun is out, the air isn't so damp and cold; it's a dry cold that can be avoided as long as you dress warmly enough.
Now the damp cold air seems to penetrate clothing, and no matter how much you wear, there's a chill.
If the damp cold of winter is 'physical' in nature, then the recent bad news is a mental one.
