I'm so cold, and so tired. I put my hands together to warm them. The chill in the air pricks and freezes, it torments my nerves. Paired with my exhaustion, the cold creeps in and I can feel it in my chest, and lungs, and down into my feet. It's this cold tired feeling that somehow makes me so deeply sad, I have a physical ache that penetrates right through me in a way that it chills my soul.
I think of myself. I can imagine myself so small and tired, outside waiting for a bus in the interior of Alaska, all alone in the darkness. This image I have of how I must look breaks my heart. What am I doing here? Why am I doing this to myself?