The sun is out today. I didn't want it to come out. Last night I lay in bed listening to the wind buffet the house, and I folded myself into it and became the wind. I don't feel cold anymore, but I am the cold. I have my coat on always, and when I come out of it I feel naked but I don't feel at all. I rub my healing wrist and try not to lean into the scratches on my back, but sometimes I do because it means I can feel something suddenly, shooting through me like ice on a sunburn.

The world has dissolved into fragments, pixels, shards of ice, and I can see subatomic particles.

November 7, 2012- I wrote this post in 2009, when a friend of ours went through the ice on Lake Chickawaukee