Red When the Wind Blows

Watching the seasons change is a wonder to someone like me who lived mostly in a place that was warm, hot or hotter. This day in the city of Bruges was an Autumn day where the wind seemed to own the city. It raged here and there stirring up strife with whatever it chose to play with - hats were chased, umbrellas inverted and people desperately grasped at their flapping coats. Yet through the midst of this, the lady in the red coat strolled as if no elements were there to battle, a picture of calmness. Odd. One should have a red coat.