The Wind that Shook the Oak Tree

The breeze suddenly went colder, dropping fifteen degrees making him putting on another blanket just to keep his body warm.

A storm is coming, said the weatherman, and it's safer to stay at home.

He turned the TV off. There was not much that he could hear at that time. The wind blew strong, shaking the oak tree near the window, making loud swooshing sound while the leaves were being swept away.

He took a sip from a cup of hot earl gray tea he prepared before. He felt warm. But his heart was tired. For sacrificing too much he didn't know for what.