Maybe I can't explain it
How it feels
Like a cool crisp wind
When the dew is on the blades
Fresh in the morning air
It takes your breath
And a shiver comes over you
Pulling tighter the sweater around you
Grasping for warmth
It pierces through the stiches
As if the barrier is too thin
So you move
Jump in place
Going nowhere
Trying to get warm
But there are no walls of protection
From that wind
That morning wind is cold
Cold like ice
Cold like him