varying degrees of light

I take it as a challenge. I expect it to happen no matter how I prepare myself. My face will freeze and my senses will lessen their abilities when I step outside where the wind will only, and here's where the challenge comes, beat me back and down, but I will press on, biting and shouting the whole way. Would you believe me if I said that I enjoy the pain, the biting, the shock? That's why I (try to) bite back. Also expected: Unless you bundle up so the only exposed your eyes are exposed, navigating your wary path through narrow slivers between the hood of your coat and a warm scarf, your nose will redden, your eyes will water and we will not be able to tell if you are deeply upset. Maybe you are. Even if the sun is out (like today), even if the weather would be stark beauty, and painless, if not for the wind (like today), even we find each other overlapping onto our own paths and grab hold for the duration of our time together, we still take our steps with pained hearts. A perfect illustration for allowing ourselves to be taken care of and shared. Walk in the comfort of having someone hold you up, and of holding someone up - some might find that more satisfying. Heading to class. And when you arrive successfully and safely (if frozen), let go, thank them and be on your way.