into the cold

a blue sky appears
over the iced
streets and cars, the sheen
of cold
on everything,
the crystal branches,
the icicles
coned
above the windows.
we bundle for it.
gloved
and hatted down.
boots.
off we go, with each other.
into it.
this December blitz
of cold.
hand in mitted hand.
scarfs
around the bloom of
our mouths.
we go.