Scared.... or just?

Its afternoon, pigeons giving away talks to each other and cooing in the middle of my text.
Winter afternoon has it, taking an off from the daily mundane, sitting back to enjoy your part of pain..
You can introspect the past year - that is yet going on.. and that your birthday has now another definition. Cold feet, and a sweater by lucky grandmother, the afternoon is taking its warmth away from me...

Things that pass by, or stay and leave.. take away the happiness and grief..
I will be alone like today for more to come..
The jeopardy of buying or not buying a dress - whom would I ask anymore??
I looked into the pigeon's eye - it scarily flew off..
People leaving...