Fray – V. Moist
-The door opened with a swoosh, the wind was blowing outside. It had picked up from last you had noticed it. Even before you took a step out of the coffee shop, standing there at the doorframe, the wind howling in front of you, you could feel it begin to deplete that built up warmth. It seeped out quickly. You hurried through the puddles and sleeked concrete to your bike. As your hands reached out and grasped the handlebars, you could already feel the biting cold of the breeze. The dampened sweatshirt, its flooded crest, became like an ice pack, […]