It’s not even that cold, but…

When I left the airport yesterday and was embraced by the cold I came to realise that I had forgotten what it felt like.
I had forgotten the exhillaration of stepping out from the warmth to be intantaniousley enveloped by chill winds, creeping down my neck and up my sleeves.
Forgotten the sensation of drawing breath from frozen air, filling my lungs with winter
Forgotten it’s touch on my skin.
I remember now.


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