Not Enough Heat

Not enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rain on Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work. it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snow was magical only for an hour. businesses might have closed. now it's melting in a cold rain. is the city depressing me? i ride the subway and the people no longer seem beautiful. the noise is just noise, no longer the power of God. i sit slumped, still at ease, but no longer playing with the eyes of other passengers. glance at the ads and then go to sleep with my eyes open. it is winter, and it should have its effect. the difficult, dangerous season when weak creatures die and the strong barely survive. why expect much heat to mitigate it and the happiness of Spring? accept cold and discomfort and the bad sound made. it is a poor city, the seasons touch us. there is not enough heat. snow. cold. and now rain.