winter is different

I'm looking at one of the fastest pigeons I've ever seen. I have on a hat and scarf to begin to warm up for a walk in the grey cold air of my home town. 

This place, my home, my land is different and more than ever before. Changed forever because he's not here. His room is cosy and comfortable and he's not here. My mum has done a great job of making it feel full, but it's of course empty, unless we're all in it, filling it with jokes and laughs, which we've been trying to do.