Frost

One morning you wake up and see that the world is frozen. Now you rush. You skip the breakfast, shuffle on a scarf and a hat that you blindly grope in the closet so they make a hideous match with your pajamas’ trousers and a hoodie on top (Anna called my great homy outfits “Smilla’s” and she had a point) You breathe in cooled to -13 air and breathe out something close to zero, your hands in cut gloves get numb. Your neighbors look at you and thinkĀ  they’ve got something to discuss at afternoon tea. You get frozen like the world around you but feel that you’re already not absolutely useless today).