present

Its cold
The air bites my skin
Nips my heels
Makes me hurry to the next room
Makes you inhale through your teeth
Rub jumper arms
Feet in socks

The air is realer here
Heavy
Present
A watching animal
Not quite benign pet
But not malevolent either
It harbours things
Things make it their home
Winged and insectine
Webbed crawled
Things you lay traps and poison for
Things you dread in dead of night
Unwelcome visitors
Always leave traces