First to freeze is the tips of fingers.
As time drags, so does the bite of the cold night.
It climbs higher and higher up the arm.
The body attempts to compensate, and the core heats.
Creating water to expel from every clothed pore.
Soon unbearable the jacket is replaced,
With the dim glow of the moon and breath.
The salty water begins to turn to snow upon the eyebrows.
An uncomfortable middle between hot and cold.
How it starts from the outside in;
Only to change from the inside out.
The dance with the elements begins.
It cycles 3 or 4 times before the destination.
I remove my jacket and feel the frost forming,
As I ride through town on my bike tonight.