1) I go to vote in the local primary, and as I turn up
the side-street to the municipal building, the wind is so strong and it’s so
bitterly cold and it’s blowing so directly in my face, that it actually takes
my breath away, and I have to turn my back to it and kind of angle-shuffle
backwards up like a third of a block till I can turn in and walk in front of
the building and be out of the wind and start walking normally again, but
for just that little bit there, it was so horrendous, the wind was actually forcing
itself down your throat and displacing your breath and like you actually
couldn’t breathe at all, as your eyes watered too in these just great long freezing
gusts that were happening constantly.
2) The new (pixie cut) (arts management) renter in the
front house is out of town and I can’t put a package for her behind her front
storm door like I usually do when I come across one – it’s too big and it leaves the door ajar and the wind catches it
and rips it open and the package tips out from where I positioned it on top of
the door-jamb – and so I just take it and put it in the corner of the front
porch where no-one can see it from the street, and I hope that that’s enough
until she gets home, although I keep wondering to myself if I should take it
inside my apartment and just keep it there until she returns from wherever she is, even though she
didn’t ask me to do that like she had once before when she was out of town.
3) The old (transgender) (FTM) renter in the front house
leaves a houseplant outside in the warm spell preceding the cold snap, and then
during the cold snap I suddenly see that it’s still sitting there on a table in
the backyard, now covered in snow and withered and dead, however.
