i want to reach out over the loch

i am not afraid of the outside.

it may be negative twenty eight degrees centigrade. small icicles may form on eyelashes. cars may spin their wheels, sliding foward without stopping at stop signs. snowbanks may block all sensible routes of travel. the wind may buffet a body from side to side. metal may be slippery enough to be comprable to ice. the sun may in fact blind you from reflecting off of a million and one surfaces rendered a cinematic white from the amounts of snow and ice that have formed.

i, however, am not afriad of this world. and, it seems, neither are about three other people who were dressed as foolishly as i and no doubt grinning from ear to ear underneath the layers of scarves anf hats and wraps.

after all, really, only crazy people enjoy weather like this.