The wind is whipping.
The frost is growing.
The sky is blue but it is so mocking.
The sun is shining yet is only a mirage of warmth.
The heaters are on, to no effect, my nails are pale yet my nose is red. I can no longer feel the tips of my ears.
As I climb out of bed, my heart is heavy, I need something to take my mind of the cold which is so prominent, I feel like I am trying to slash through it with a knife.
Go Bake Yourself 