Hmm. Must be in a bit of a dark mood today. Just need some sunshine. And 80 degree temperatures.
UP the escalator.
THROUGH the glass doors.
INTO the frigid, gray morning air.
THEY are tired of winter, tired of heavy coats, tangled scarves, and lost gloves. Tired of struggling into bulky boots that clomp-clomp-clomp as they shuffle along gray sidewalks--wary of the renegade patches of ice.
TIRED of cold. Of snow and sleet. Of cheerless skies overhead, seamlessly melding day into night and luring them into a bottomless cave of apathy.
BLACK coats fill the sidewalks, bordering slushy streets for block after block, punctuated once or twice by an audacious red scarf appearing, then disappearing into the onyx sea.
TIME is frozen until the the first light of spring. Sooner than later, the sun will warm and waken the earth.
FOR now, we wait.
c. 2015 - C. Sierocki Lupella