Frost by Märit Nilsson

Even though the early September sun shining from a clear blue sky, there was already a slight chill in the air. It was one of those beautiful days where the sky seemed infinite in depth and width, almost as if the horizon had ceased to exist. Walking from his car to the station, Joel pulled his jacket a little tighter across his chest, huddling slightly against the cold. He couldn’t believe it was time to break out the autumn stuff already, but summer was definitely drawing to a close.