winter's coming..

Icicles growing on my eyelashes
As I run laps at the stadium
So covered in fog
I can barely see a quarter of it

Though slightly eerie,
It also gives evokes a feeling
Of being way up in the mountains
In the clouds so damp and chilly

After, waiting at the coffee machine
I feel a drip..drip..drip on my forehead
I look up..nothing there
Take off the glove to pat the head
It’s covered in ice particles, and quickly starting to melt

I love running this time of year