the garuda

I was walking my dog the other day when I ran into the garuda.

“Good morning garuda!”, I said.
“Selamat pagi, pak Arjen!”, the garuda said, “why are you sad?”.
“Winter is coming,” I said.
“Winter?”, said the garuda, “What is winter?”
I looked at the garuda, the garuda looked at me.

He saw the look in my eyes, turned around, and flew off.