I don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days.... ____________________________________________ It's far too cold for March. Where is December when you need her? This morning I walked to school and let the air encapsulate my tiny body. I breathed in deep until my lungs were fit to burst. I could feel the ache deep in my chest cavity but it was a welcome feeling. The scream from my breast told me I was alive. Told me my heart was still beating. Lunch was exciting. I believe I had a fever but the fact that I had Andrew by my side made me forget the nausea and discomfort. We shared a chair; his body heat erasing my chills and leaving me with a warm glow. I like this feeling. Very much. The chills have returned but it's not from fever. This weather is getting to me. I need you to warm my frozen hands with the electric pulse your being radiates like the smile I so pleasurably induce and bask languidly in.