calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

it’s that kind of day
where you wake up and taste something different on the air
the wind has words in its current as it pushes me down the path
seeping into every pore
filling bones with cold winter
awaking something dorment
it whispers questions about where i am going
where i have been
i wrap my jacket around me tighter
try to keep the wind out
but it always finds some opened space
a small gap in clothing
at the cuff
the buttons
the neck
it leaks through like water 
forces me to shiver and breathe deeper
biting at my ankles
i lean into the wind and walk on