30°F this morning, coffee going lukewarm in my hands as I sit outside and watch light snowfall drift through dull gray. Soft enough to hide everything except the lines that keep the lights on.

My body does the same thing.
Breath gets deeper, shoulders drop,
skin tightens against the air,
and suddenly the system is online again.

Funny how the body knows what to do
long before the mind catches up.
The grid hums, even when you can’t see it.

Nothing profound.
Just cold air doing what cold air does:
clearing the static,
one breath, one quiet charge at a time.