Today the cold is the first to say hello to me.
As if I haven’t been paying attention to it every other time I have crossed paths with it.
It is not a pleasant meeting, the hand shake is weak and embarrassing.
I’m sure this was what it was looking for anyway.
To see me intimidated.
I shrug it away, well; I try to shrug it away.
The only thing I want today is to see the Sun. I look up and all I can see is a clotted sky.
Clotted with small furry beasts of cloud, in league with the cold.