Earth turns against us, dark, cold, deadly. Merciless, bitter wind seeks every warm space it can find, seeping through clothes, into cars, passing through glass, wood, and concrete, violating our homes. We layer socks and sweaters then boots and bulky coats and mittens, thick scarves, and ugly hats. Still teeth chatter, muscles shiver, tense, then lock. Cold sears sinuses and lungs, sucks moisture from skin like poison. Little ghostly death omens escape our mouths. Winter descends and we can do nothing.