which was colder: The snow or the world?
Standing outside the bar, cold nose, blowing wind…a light dusting on the street and cars, swirling in the winter mistral, he pulled the collar of his coat up around his ears and wondered which was colder: The snow or the world?
He could escape the snow by going inside, but the world would still sit underneath, no matter where he ran.
But then, this was just a season, and aren’t seasons prone to change now and again?
He reminded himself that snow melts eventually, then went inside, dreaming of the warmer days to come.
Within an instant he suddenly felt a little warmer.