Outside this window the air bites the faces of pedestrians in the streets below.
Despite the argument between the bitter cold and the approaching nightfall the people seem happy to ignore the tussle that has begun to shake the leaves from the trees.
The glass panes sweat with nervous hot flashes. The brightly lit coffee shop is a sanctuary amidst the concrete tundra. People scurry to the red hue that melodically flickers like a rising fire.
Warm mochas and foaming milk calm the chills and frighten the geese from our skin. While the sauna in their bellies heat their core; for a short time the grey skies are forgotten. The substance numbs the cold.
But if the awareness of this chilly solstice is put aside completely and preparation for the snipping wind is side stepped, then where would we be?
Happy to ignore our surroundings, Content with freezing.
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