A cold air chills my lungs.
The exhale manifest the ghost of my breath.
I close my coat tighter.
Not to let my warmth escape into the night.
The wind has my ears running to hide.
Pull up my collar to give my ears a sanctuary.
Luckily my feet have extra layers.
My fingers, however, lay bare.
Open to punishment from the elements.
I tuck my nose under my scarf.
Knowing my glasses will fog.
Sacrificing clear sight for a runny nose.
I make my way down the city streets.
Barren night on this an arctic night.
Scampering of heels, a lady who chose to wear a dress dashes past me.
Poor soul, the price for her beauty that she must pay
Steam rising from the subway
If not for the gut wrenching smell it would be a fine place to stand and get warm.
The wind bitting with every howl.
A warm drink would help but I would need a hand to hold it.
With no gloves, not a sacrifice I’m willing to trade.
Four blocks into it, I give in.
I hail a cab to take me home.
Touch the freezing car door-handle, afraid my finger might stick.
I jump in as if I were a sprite 8 year old.
Close the door immediately behind me.
The cab feels as if I were sitting in front of a fire.
A welcome reprieve from the harsh cold.
Give him my address and I sink into a warm backseat.
Next time I won’t forget my gloves.
Day #41 SJD
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