It’s the kind of cold that seeps into your bones, the wet December cold that rattles your teeth and waters your nose, and as bodies hunch over to meet it, eyes tilted downward towards the solid-packed earth, breath comes shorter and feet shuttle clumsily and somewhere the howl of the wind comes like a marauding lupine harbinger of deeper winter. I worked late tonight and seem somewhat confused of my direction, hoping that the busy weekend to come gives me some holiday cheer.