The Comforts of Walking in the Winter

Christmas socks and tennis shoes,

Two pairs of sweats and a sweater too.

Scarf drapes my face up to my eyes,

Tongue of mine is crystalized.

Bitter, painful walk to the car,

Bitter, painful walk not far.

The wind strikes against my face,

I take my mind to a warmer place.

I walk, a zombie to my destination,

Fingers frozen stiff, no circulation.

Nose running, can no longer smell,

This winter is a frozen hell.

ears still hear, but I block out the sound,

Eyes fixated on the crisp ground.

Don't want to talk, speak, or think,

I'm focused on the inside heat.

I want to run, legs won't bend,

They turn concrete, absorb the wind.

Inside I tha, body melts away the cold.

I dread my next venture into the snow.

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