cold.

"Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind."

— Basho

Did I cry all night long? Even in my sound sleep?
I awoke this morning very aware of the weight of the skin on my face. My eyes feel hollow and heavy in their emptiness. My head aches and my body creaks with every movement, even in stillness I feel the inevitable uncomfortableness that will soon take hold.
Oh, how I hate the onset of a wintery cold.