Today four below zero, with a low of negative fourteen.
Tomorrow, seven below, with a low of negative twenty-two.
Shivery-braille-of-goosebumps-rising-under-three-fleece-blankets-in-the-morning cold.
A sandwich your chilled lunchmeat of self with a heating pad in back, the hot toasted breath of a space heater in front, garnished and condimented with four pudgy cats kind of cold.
Car-battery-dying-a-quiet-death-in-the-middle-of-dinner cold. Frozen blue corrosion like a blueberry slushie spilled around the battery cable terminal.
Cold snap means a heaving lake of ice tinkling a song of clear glass wind chimes and broken champagne flutes.
The nylon of your down coat crackles like brittle sheets of aluminum foil.
The cartilage inside your nostrils stiffens to hard cold rubber.
Your blood slows, your thoughts turn sluggish and you misplace your phone, despairingly search through the alley trash, raw and pink as any unfurred thing in the snow.
So much ache and sting; this numb, stale freezer burn.
Such a brutal hostage taking: this confessional spill of the body’s most intimate heat and light, this non-consensual vulnerability.
RUNNING BRUSH : 
“raw and pink as any unfurred thing in the snow.” – Great line. Just as cold here…stay warm!
Thank you, Donna! Hope you stay warm, too! Eeps!!! Happy new year! ❤