Let the cold sweep through my system, tracing its way through veins and arteries, the chill running down my spine and staying there.
I embrace the tension where the air meets skin and welcome it through my pores.
They say the feet are the most porous part of the body. So if I stand here long enough, bare feet on stone, will the cold enter my body and inhabit my veins?
Exhale.
Warm air rushes past, relieving the tension, and at once I miss it, hurrying to take one more breath. Arch my neck, gazing upward.
Inhale.
The stars have slowly disappeared, winking out one by one as we replaced them with highrise towers and shiny automobiles and city street lights.
All that's left (exhale) is the moon, fat and solitary in the city night sky. But even she will be gone soon too (inhale) as we paint ourselves (and her) with telephone poles and skyscrapers into a corner with no escape.