Snow season in cologne

Impossible.
You look out of the window and realize, after all, that it was not rain but snow. A higher degree of consistence, yet further. Rain into snow, snow into rain, rain into nothing. Rather cold than nothing. One can always stay cold if one wants to. A violent impulse. I want to taste the cold on my face.
Let us stay warm inside, apart from the outside world, warm and easy and happy and smiling. I need to change my habits. I need to feel the cold.
Improbable.
You know I thought the other day, I dont’t like windows. Like they are impossible yet necessary barriers between you and the outside world. I’ve just seen a stain upon my window, wait just a second. Or rather do not waste your time waiting. I’ll go get some soap to clean the crystal. Soap and crystal. Good combination mind you, flexible substance to clean the unbreakable, to let you see outside. And yet it’d rather stay dirty, I mean the crystal. I don’t want to feel the cold on my ears.
Let us leave the stains on the window the noise on the ground the rain on the surface the maybe in the case. For I need to go somewhere. I need to hear the cold.
Maybe.
If only. I don’t want to worry any more, to worry about the weather, to worry about people, about work, about feelings, about thoughts, about instincts, about knowledge, about snow. If the snow is meant to melt it will melt anyway, so why should I worry? Because I am going to do great things, I am going to discover a new law against freezing, I am. Just going to be.
Let us not stay in the waiting room but go gather some snow. Smash it and walk upon it and pamper it and mean it. For I need to smell it in my hands, so aseptic that they are. I need to smell the cold.
Probable.
Not that you blame me for it no no. It wasn’t my idea to look out of the window anyway. But I’m glad that I did, now that I knew, yesterday that I know, that it’s not cold any more. It’s freezing. Quiet, little, always, none.
Let us forget about rules, remain who we were believe that it is impose that it is not. I don’t care if people wear huge impossible shoes when it’s snowing. I want to feel the cold on my feet. So near that they are.
Possible.
It is not snowing any more, crystal clear.
Let us go outside on the ground do snow balls. Like when I was a kid, just for a little while.
Leave the jacket on the floor, gloves on the couch, lamp on.
Of course.