Fog sets in

Fog has set into the city but not too low to the ground. It hovers just above us enveloping the tips of the cathedral spires and stone towers in a soft white mist, enclosing the small town in a safe and pleasant cocoon.
Below, the hustle and bustle of the approaching Christmas season has begun. Lights, decorations and pine branches are hung here and there, music wafts from the stands at the elaborate Christmas markets on the squares. Children are bundled beyond the ability to move and pulled or pushed about by adults who are also covered from head to toe in fluffy, soft sweaters, scarves and other warm clothes. It is perfect. It is charming. Waffles and bratwursts, spiced wine and roasting nuts...The sights, sounds and smells mix and it is home. Just the air, the feelings - atmosphere.
Yet, the homeless young boy still sits on his knees on the ice cold, stone ground with a dirty, battered paper cup in hand - hoping for a bit of kindness from this contented crowd. His knees must ache by now.
A little later the sun fades even more and the gray becomes dark and the lights and decorations and music are even more prevalent. Church bells chime and echo from several directions.
It's the season we have all been waiting for. (?)