January

The night just spread some frost onto my window, and, while I wasn’t looking, it clogged a pipe with who-knows-what. I went outside and my hands rushed me back into the house. The cold felt nettling, a rude handshake from an inconsiderate host. June isn’t coming for months. Only a fortnight or two into winter and already I’m sick of it. My neighbor’s dog stays in at night, and I rethink how I thought it was bad before… I got my winter clothing out of the box. It still feels weird to dress up indoors; I really should’ve washed them.