...as I went outside
..the snow, so much from above as it tries to make its appearance more grandiose, wished to subsume me. It sees weakness, a frail human in shorts and a t-shirt. Yet; what is this 7°F windchill? I simply ignored it, as is my wont. I am, indeed, cognizant and laughing at the so-called cold.
I do believe it is a good thing that the atmosphere is not actually sentient. Or is it, and defeated?