The Wind off a Glacier
A blood-freezing chill
The wind blows from snowcapped peaks
Another cold day
When I went outside this morning to roll the trashcan to the curb, the wind felt as if it were blowing off a glacier. I wore a heavy jacket, the type that skiers wear, with a sweatshirt under it; I was still cold. I have to change the way I dress when I go outside of a morning.
In addition, to the jacket and sweatshirt, I have to start wearing slacks and gloves. This morning I wore a skirt, without any gloves. I also have to start zipping the jacket up. I cannot take the cold weather any more; there was a time when the cold did not bother me, but no longer.
A chill in the air
With snow on Mount Charleston
I am sixty-five
Perhaps, age is the reason the wind felt so cold this morning. The older I get the colder winter seems to become. My mother is 90 years old and is cold all of the time. She uses two heavy blankets at night, while I use only one. During the day, she wears heavier sweatshirt then I wear. Mom wants to live to be 100.
I also want to live to be 100; however, I am not looking forward to the winters. I suppose I need to get used to wearing layers in the winter. I need to learn to like wearing layers of clothing. Mom does not like wearing layers, but there is no other choice. I wonder if there is some place warmer then Las Vegas in winter.
The wind blows from snowcapped peaks
Another cold day
When I went outside this morning to roll the trashcan to the curb, the wind felt as if it were blowing off a glacier. I wore a heavy jacket, the type that skiers wear, with a sweatshirt under it; I was still cold. I have to change the way I dress when I go outside of a morning.
In addition, to the jacket and sweatshirt, I have to start wearing slacks and gloves. This morning I wore a skirt, without any gloves. I also have to start zipping the jacket up. I cannot take the cold weather any more; there was a time when the cold did not bother me, but no longer.
A chill in the air
With snow on Mount Charleston
I am sixty-five
Perhaps, age is the reason the wind felt so cold this morning. The older I get the colder winter seems to become. My mother is 90 years old and is cold all of the time. She uses two heavy blankets at night, while I use only one. During the day, she wears heavier sweatshirt then I wear. Mom wants to live to be 100.
I also want to live to be 100; however, I am not looking forward to the winters. I suppose I need to get used to wearing layers in the winter. I need to learn to like wearing layers of clothing. Mom does not like wearing layers, but there is no other choice. I wonder if there is some place warmer then Las Vegas in winter.
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