snow is jumping on me with gentle ferocity. a subtle piercing stabs me to the bone. the cold walks right up behind me and follows me as it breathes down my neck. I don't find it to be rude, we all have a job to do. ice lays down under me and kicks my feet out from under me. when I make it to the door I turn and look back at the miscreants. cold and ice and snow. they are laughing. I laugh too understanding the game. the little parts of them that I bring inside don't think its funny. they can sure dish it out though.
