A shoulder movement. A Shiver.
I blow into my hands. Enjoying the warmth my breath delivers.
I chatter my teeth. Allowing my voice to carry the broken onomatopoeia.
Brrr
I rub my hands up and down my arms. Trying to keep warm.
I shelter a bit of my trouser with my coat. Where the pocket has been torn.
I pull my hood further down. Sheltering my ears from a passing cars horn.
Beep
I flex my toes. Trying to bring back a little bit of feeling.
I breathe outward. Towards the houses that the fog is cleverly concealing.
I cough loudly. Then shudder again trying to bring back some of the warmth that the cold is stealing.
I stand up. Walking about trying to gain some heat.
I zip my coat further. Flexing my fingers and shaking my feet.
I look around. Someone slams their door just across the street.
Bang
