Short

It’s cold.

That feeling of taking a deep breath.

Walking, I’m walking.

The street curbs are filled with parked cars. They are at an angle, I think the street is a one-way.

I’m counting the brands that I know, a sad number so far it seems.

Some of the windows are foggy, as if someone is sleeping in them, or I guess recently parked.

The sidewalk and parts of the street are cobblestone, surprisingly slippery with these shoes.

I bought them as my first pair of female shoes. I had wanted Converse but they were too pricey.

Guess I get what I pay for.

It’s hard to focus on details while walking, my glasses fogging up.

Because of the mask, I’m not sure why I don’t just remove it, we are going to eat ramen.

It doesn’t matter either way, they are holding my hand. Leading me to the place.

It’s cold everywhere but my hand.

It guess I was still cold.