It's a lot colder than it really should be. Not meteorologically, but I guess I'm just in denial about the summer being over. So of course I'm not wearing enough clothes for this weather. And my bus is coming in 6 minutes. The idea of gloves hadn't even crossed my mind but it does now and I kind of wish I had some. The joints on my long thin fingers seize up and I feel like a witch in some old fairytale, hunched over to conserve heat and fingers bent and useless. The cold is constant but it worsens in waves, like someone is pouring more and more water over you. And the sky has never looked blacker. The light pollution from the city blocks out even the thought of stars.