some have said that nights are not meant to be colder than this one. i would not argue.
if only it were accompanied by a blizzard. an arctic blast without a blizzard is an empty gesture. a bone chilling gesture, but an empty one nonetheless.
i hope i can do something meaningful with my day, hunkered down and shut in. i’d like to venture out to the lake to catch the icy crystals misting the sky, but i probably shouldn’t… i don’t think i have enough layers to venture out without risking frostbite.
but it’s just so tempting. maybe, if i ever fall asleep tonight, i’ll awaken, feeling different. maybe everything will feel different.
The Lost Pedestrian 