this morning #2060.

this morning, the frigid winter air pulled the skin on my face nice & tight. a volatile sheet of ice set to crack & shatter as i traversed the city. passing time. living through these bitter days. these bitter winter days. surviving in spite of society’s spite. my poor skin didn’t used to get so dry but over the years, it gave in. gave up the fight. fell victim to the build-up of countless frigid hours spent outside. the shiver of the wind. i ducked into an alley to shield myself from it. just a few minutes here by this heating vent. then i’ll either move on or somebody will force me to. i know the drill during the daytime. even alleys are off limits. don’t stay in one location for too long. keep moving. don’t move. keep moving. don’t move. repeat & retreat.