Life Lessons - A Little Drabble Do Ya
Apr. 29th, 2015 11:50 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
A brisk wind swept through the canyons of New York's business districts, the tall buildings creating a sort of wind tunnel effect.
"I thought it was Spring. This feels more like the beginning of Winter." Illya was not averse to cold weather, but he had grown fond of the gentleness of changing seasons, particularly the spring months.
"I thought you liked cold weather, this isn't so bad."
"Napoleon, since when do you not prefer eighty degrees and sunny skies?"
Solo shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps age was mellowing his outlook.
"Life is unpredictable and so is the weather."
"Philosopher?"
"UNCLE agent."