A Chilly Day

It was a chilly day to be on a walk. The sky was greying, dark clouds were on the horizon, and the wind was blowing through the brown grass in fits and starts. Still though, there was something about the lonely trail made by tires crushing the grass that just made it worth it. Maybe it was the evidence of other humans? Or that the tracks had a destination? In any case, it was still a chilly day to be on a walk.