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.
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