Silent darkness.
Coats.
Gloves.
Feeling cramped.
You hear your breath.
Your cheeks burn from the wind.
The eyes are glassy from the cold.
It's still.
You feel trapped inside yourself.
Heavy clothing,
heavy boots,
heavy sky above you
threatening to come down.
Things feel slow,
as if time was frozen, too.
Cold.
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