Sed Non Satiata

There was a chill wind blowing that night. It kind of caught you off guard as you turned a corner or crossed a road. As long as you stayed close to a wall you didn’t notice it so much and the evening almost seemed mild. But the evening was deceptive. One minute you’d be fine, walking along, watching the show around you, watching mini-dramas play out, then the wind would catch you. It would stroke your skin and ruffle your hair. It would make you shiver and turn your collar up. It would blow other people out of your mind. The wind would throw cold water in your face and you would stop and look at your reflection in a window. You would look at yourself as Christmas decorations blinked on and off. You would stand there and look at your face and feel cold and alive.