White flakes twitter downward.
Vapor from my mouth hangs in the air.
Air like ice water travels down my throat.
The crunch under my boots persistent.
Cold fills my joints and soothes me.
Life at a standstill, stuck in ice.
In the winter we bundle and warm,
instead of what winter’s meant for.
I take off the extra layers
and watch them fall to the ground.
The shock of cold clears my head,
fills my soul.
This is winter.