i am cold. i am miserable.. it’s so cold i cannot think, ideas beaten back by the cape wind, inspiration crushed underneath the hail storm and the encroaching creeping chill eating away at my resolve. i can see the words fall away letter by letter as i look out of the window and see the small ice stones fall. i am cold and i crave the warmth and comfort of another being. The softness of embrace and reassurance of touch. i just want to hold someone. i am cold, it is raining and i am alone.