by joetwo

The wind blows constantly,

Sucking what little heat from the crouched up people struggling against the stream.

They wrap themselves as tightly as they can,

Suits of fabric armour against the elements,

Travel outside is limited,

People only brave the weather when they have to,

Running furiously between the buildings,

The shock of raw nature kept to a minimum,

Keeping themselves isolated from the world,

The problems of life at a distance.

Wrapped in coats of misery.