Nov 28, 2020
Heated frustration burns deep inside, the coolness of the night barely pierces through. It's finally cold. I can feel the cold. But I'm still burning.
I take a deep breath as I walk on the stone pavement, icey air enters burning lungs. The fog is back, it feels like a dream. An owl hoots nearby and I pause.
I hoot back like a child, grinning inside my lengthy scarf and suddenly the heat is gone. I feel cold. I let the cold in, my jacket open, welcoming it. I never feel cold.
I wait another while and listen, breathing in the cold.
I'm okay.
