There’s a cold coming on, methinks. Cold can be good. I’m overdue for a kick in the backside, probably. A cold comes on and it gets you back to basics. It’s that clouded, hacking stuffiness that hones your eyes for clarity.
I’m not sure if it’s the cold that appeals to me, or maybe just the associations that it stirs up.
Indifference, strangeness, wind, resilience, warmth, shelter.
The cold is a minor scale and minor scales, like villains, are where the fun is. Try D-minor.
Cold, what could it mean? A sick days. Sick day… admit it, just the word makes you smile.