cool sunlight

Walking along the trails of my familiarity, the air feels like it is peeling my skin.
It is almost like I am a snake who is shedding layer, after layer.
The cold goes deeper, sinking like a flat stone gliding throughout shallow waters.
Taking a glance at the three-inch-long plastic of what I have made to become a mirror from my phone, I see the weather has attempted to leather out my skin.
The sky is gray and I cannot do much about it.
Focusing on the ground, counting the rocks that pass underneath my size 10 shoes it seems like I am walking one-hundred miles an hour, or maybe even more.
The silver, and gray mixed with the charcoal, and sandy grains make a beautiful pallet of nature that I overlook too many times in my life already.
I begin to disorient--from the current, from the past, and from my physical, and mental state.
Even though I am solid, I feel like liquid in a stream.
A stream that only exists above the ground.
I continue to walk.
Thinking to myself for no reason, the cold pulls out my bitter taste buds.
What is really going on with my life? I'm starting to become bored of myself.
I soon jump inside of my car now that my trek is finished, and almost immediately I gain a better sense of persona.
Wearing yesterdays beanie, with yesterdays jacket, and yesterdays bracelets, with today's attitude I have somehow cloned myself, now how is this scientific?
And so I soak in the car-light as if it were a bright sunny day.
Windows closed, volume off, all I hear is ringing, and I soon realize that silence truly is the loudest noise in my life.