I went for a walk today.

I like the feeling of the cold hard wind brushing against my face because I know once I get home that the warmth of my house will make my cheeks bright pink.


I like the way the wind tastes. I lick my lips. The wind creates this sort of awkward taste on them. It almost tastes of watermelon chap stick mixed with a sort of stale flavoring.

I lick my lips right now just to see if I can feel this again but I am only sitting and not walking.