The cold air slows the hours, cools my blood
Then brings all to a stop
Just long enough for me to recognize
I’m caught in a winter malaise.
The world blurs but not the droplets on the window,
My eyes follow them, perfectly in focus and falling.
I sit on the bed in my room
As grey light touches the rooftops
And water darkens the streets
And people with umbrellas scuttle about
Waiting for the day to end.
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