Could it be?

Could it be that my body is growing accustomed to the winters in Chicago?

…perhaps my soul will follow…

Today, 28 degrees feels


light, happy, un-oppressive

What’s the word?


Yes, 28 feels warm.

Is this what love feels like?  Or have my priorities changed?  My standards gone?  Is this just the apologetic “I didn’t mean it, baby” in an otherwise abusive relationship?

Have I grown?  Adjusted?  Settled?



I’ll just enjoy it.


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