After enjoying a few days wafting with the friendly
promise of Spring! we were greeted this morning by frigid
gusts of air thirty degrees colder than they
were yesterday. Unfortunately, I hadn't worn my warmest
coat, so stood miserably stoic at the bus stop, my nose
warmed by my own breath as it drifted among
the deep folds of my neck scarf.
Only traces remain of the snow that held us
in its thrall for weeks, but the island of cold air that
swept in overnight make it seem as though those
traces of cold have settled permanently
between my shoulder blades.
I may never stand straight again.