Observation
Cold, the furnace went out
Eighteen degrees outside in the
city
The
morning sun is pale in a silver sky
My fingers are stiff…not from
typing
Noise from the space-heater covers
everything
Pushing
cold air through hot coils…
Electricity
The water kettle boils
A
sharp whistle piercing the room
The promise of something warm to
hold
Sipping
hot coffee in the gloom
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