Cold toes

Today was very rough. My raincloud has had me on a short leash, in recent days.

But whenever I took a step outside, I got slapped in the face by oxygen and chill; I felt oddly peaceful, in those moments, when the tip of my nose got sore in a comforting, childhood-playtime kind of way. I refused to wear matching clothes, and opted for a thin sweater and scarf, though a beautiful wool coat is hanging in my closet, aching to be worn before the summer shows up again.

The juxtaposition of the cool temperature and my warm skin, I felt alive; I needed to, so badly.