#Scurf165: hello, goodbye
we need a bit of waiting on the sidewalk sometimes
January 9, 2023: One of the (physically) coldest days I have endured in my life started off a bit late as I got out of bed, dazed and unaware of where I was, who I was, what I was to with this thing call time (and an iPhone) in hand. Within three seconds of waking up my eyelids ached, my forehead and cheek(bone)s pained. The cold was needling through the human membranes of skin, muscle and bones.
I mustered on with some breakfast (brainlessly), and some chai (mindlessly). My upper lip burnt and tongue charred under the weight of the boiling hot tea that my senses clearly couldn’t perceive. Something kept calling me from the inner recesses of my phone. My toes curled inside the woollen socks — cold and probably about to fall off.
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