The sun shone bright offering a brief relief from the icy wind.
Bundled up walking fast to my destination.
Hoping to find the end soon which holds such sweet, sweet warmth.
The type of warmth that instantly relaxes the muscles as your shoulders fall and your head tilts back slightly.
The type of warmth that thaws the iciness from my veins as I remove layers of clothes to move more freely.
The thought of that warmth keeps pushing me forward, step by chilling step, as I clutch my jacket and sink my face down below my collar.
I turn down the last street which is the coldest part of the walk.
The towering buildings on either side offer the wind a tunnel to bounce, isolate, and attack.
I hold my breathe as the wind hits me causing my toes and fingers to curl and a quiet swear escapes my lips.
Head down trying to avoid the wind burn as I push forward still thinking about the warmth ahead. I push forward.
I briefly resent having to walk through this retched cold and think about turning around.
But honestly, It would take me longer to go back then to just keep pushing forward and I can’t fathom being in this any longer than necessary.
No matter how many layers I wear I always feel ill prepared and think of what I can add next time.
I see the final turn. I speed up my pace. I can’t take my eyes off of that final point which means warmth.
I made it! I made it to my destination and go inside instantly feeling protection from the cold outside.
I smile and let out a deep sigh. I’m finally here.
The walk felt brutal but I made it and now my shoulders fall as I tilt my head back slightly.
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