I can feel it. This morning. When I walk outside and breathe the air for the first time of the day, I feel an intensity in my lungs. The cold seeps into my head and stomach. It makes me hunger for fire. My gloves feel to thin, they lack in wool. They are a thin leather, made to look pretty, which they are. They do help me with the cold on occasion, yet they lack the fluff I'm used to. Oh how I yearn for a fluffy blanket or a fluffy coat. My coat is a black pea coat. It is a heavy wool, it weighs me down. When I wear it, I wish to sleep. Sleep does give a feeling of winter. It feels like a strange warmth in late December. When my brain is frozen from the frost outside, I can rest with warmth in my dreams. I dream of sheep and cats. I dream of sugar cookies, frosted with pale blue and white. They taste delicious in my dreams. Yet, I can never grasp the taste outside of them. It must be a breeze, that is taking over my brain, with its cold wisps, in late October. Winter is inching nearer.
No comments:
Post a Comment