2021/12/12 #poetry The cold of the morning is more than I am used to. I've had well insulated and heated accommodations for pretty much my entire life up to now. It isn't anywhere near freezing and I need the warmest clothes I own to feel comfortable. Typing with gloves is not as easy. Something about it though is really enlivening. I think I feel more real, that the true world is touching me through the many barriers of artifice we have erected.