acclimation

Yesterday afternoon, I realized that cold and lots of clothes felt normal.

Last night, I walked slowly and patiently over the ice patches on the sidewalk in the dark. I wasn't pissed that somebody hadn't scraped it off or scared of slipping and falling. It felt normal.

Just now, I looked out the window and saw the snow on the ground - the same dirty snow we've all been looking at since November. It seemed normal.

Matter-of-fact.

Nothing else.