brr...

so there I was, pushing up a window somebody had opened, in a cab speeding up 10th avenue. they probably had not left the window open on purpose anyway. It just did not want to close... eventually it did, a window now marked with desperate streaks from my hands... moving up the slippery glass. The driver told me that he liked it to be a little cool in the car, as he did not want to fall asleep. He was almost done with his 12 hour shift.
I have spoken too much tonight... I have exhausted the amount of words I can produce per day. I shall now sleep... and dream of a warm place, where there is not a razor sharp blasting wind in my face and on my hands and even under the jacket... brrr...