Hail

It’s never been this cold in Vista; or if it has, then I can’t remember. It was so cold, that once while I was walking to school, hail started to pour down, and piled up on the edges of the stairs and the curbs on the roads. I remember that I picked up a handful of hail to observe it. Each piece was small, and perfectly spherical. They were all shades of white, from opaque to translucent. If you have ever eaten dippin’ dots, that’s what the hail looked like. My only regret was not tasting the hail, although I assume that I would not have tasted like anything in particular.

If I draw my hot breath, I can see the steam come from my mouth as if I were smoking. When my hands feel cold, I cup them together and bring them closely to my mouth where I warm them with my breath. Then I rub them together, and continue typing once I feel that they are warm enough.

My used clothing’s lying all over the floor. Jeans, shirts, jackets. I turned off the heater a little while ago because it started buzzing really hard just as I was about to fall asleep for the second time this morning.