chilled to the bone.

The wind has turned from a sweet spring warmth to a chilling winter blast. My legs feel stiff as I put one in front of the other, a feeling of betrayal crashes through me. I thought we had a deal, mother nature and I. That's what I get for trusting the warmth.. somehow, one way or another, it always disappoints me. I try to be grateful - reap in the benefits of the sun beating down on me, erasing the cold layer that has formed over the last few months. So much for my escape plan - the cold will keep me where I am, for now. Curled up in the same crevice that has been formed by my body during the days that sort of felt like this. Suppose I'll have to be patient, and wait for the wind to die down. Wait for the warmth that goes all the way through.