It's so cold I ran to work this morning.
My foot hurt less when I run than when I walk,
I'm a homo currens.
You ever read "To Build a Fire" by Jack London?
Where he's counting the microseconds as his
spittle flies through the air until it crystallizes mid-air
with a cringle sound.
It's like I walk into the humid Bibbins building,
and not only my glasses but my eyeballs are frosted!
It's like you wake up in the morning, and there's
NO sound outside, cuz the birds are dead!