Fiona's

The winter’s coming. Walking along the Market Street, right in front of the Bloomingdale’s, all I saw were faces of happiness. People can never resist the beauty of this white holiday season. Put my new white mitten on, image the warmth of your hands, the first snow hasn’t come yet.

You suggested doing some decoration this year. We are going to get some bulbs and ornaments. The left-over drum stick of our Thanksgiving Turkey is still in the fridge. We are already feeling excited about the coming Christmas. Holiday season, this is what people call holiday season.

The windows of every shop are all about the holiday. I stopped at the corner of Market and the 4th, there is a vendor selling hotdogs and pretzels. The hot steam comes out every time the seller opens the lid to get his hotdogs, blurring the faces of people near by. Today is the last of Thanksgiving vacation. When will you come home? I am still waiting for your call.

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時序入冬，街道也充滿濃濃的過節氣氛。我一個人走在鬧區的百貨前，映入眼簾的是一個個銀白色的櫥窗布置。今年冬天的第一個冷氣團在這週末悄悄的南移到這個城市，冰冷的雙手少了你在身旁忽然不知該放在哪，雖然是感恩節連假的最後一天，但地鐵前廣場卻仍舊人潮擁擠。

我將剛在American Eagle 新買的白手套戴上，柔軟的羊毛線像是你溫暖的手正牽著我。昨天你說今年我們也來布置家裡，我想起了那串你為我掛上的第一串耶誕燈泡，彩色的燈在小小的宿舍寢室裡一閃一閃的，照亮了我們的第一個耶誕。

街角賣熱狗的小攤前一反常態的吸引了眾多人潮，我將抱在手上的紙袋放在腳邊站在隊伍之中等候。冷風中攤子冒出的熱熱白煙和空氣中食物的香味，和一來一往的人們建構起這海岸老城市冬季限定的風貌。
一個月前萬聖節買回來的Starbucks限量對杯裡還有昨晚剩下的Café Latte，感恩節的火雞腿也還冰存在冰箱裡，今天的我們卻開始期待起幾星期後的耶誕節。
你今天什麼時候會到家？
我還在等你的電話。