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The sun was nowhere to be seen early in the morning, the clouds as somber as the master's face, signaling quite a cold day.
Hands tucked into sleeves, he clenched the cuffs tightly, trying to brew some warmth. His aunt pushed the small brazier closer to him, but to little avail, for he still preferred to curl up and preserve his own warmth.
Curled up in his seat, he pushed the curtain aside to peek outside only for the cold wind to strike his face immediately, making his eyes squint.
It was always cold when the horse galloped; he had ridden in others' carriages that weren't so drafty.
The dim daylight was somewhat brighter than inside the carriage. The carriage sped along the wide, flat thoroughfare, with people in different colored garments standing by the road, carrying things he had never seen before in their hands or on their shoulders—all of which flashed by in a blur.
He couldn't understand or distinguish them, but stared unblinkingly at these swiftly passing figures.
