This is not Cold
I am the Tundrafied Man. I am safe in the womb of the Frozen North. The walls are packed in. The air is moist and clean. There is no darkness under the night sky. The stars and the moon are the guides to the path that is the way to the stream. The crystal snow glints, applauds, in their cast breath. The sun remembers my visage. It reminds me with an angled glance: “We are still home”. This is not cold”.
i can buy packaged tundra at the supermarket, where we keep really cold stuff ensconced and maintained within a warm place which is turn ensconced and maintain within the 12 degree weather
I have been here Robert – I will return
first day of winter is yet two weeks away.
the only Auroras here are old slot-car sets.
i thank the forklift when it starts.
I’m in Texas and I’m freezing.