When I woke up in the morning, my body was burning and my throat was very hot, probably because of the heating I put on before going to bed and the blanket I had just put out.
When I finally wake up my moody body and open the window, the hot air that fills the room suddenly flows out, and the cold air rushes in from the white sky to replace it.
I returned to the futon while muttering, "Wow, it's cold," but when I remembered the whiteness of the sky, I couldn't stand even if I was there, so I opened the curtains in the room and brewed coffee.

The cloudy sky in winter is very comfortable unlike other seasons.I'm sure it's because I'm swallowing the story I heard when I was in elementary school, saying "London is always cloudy" even though I've never been there.Forgetting about the accumulated laundry, it makes me feel a little fashionable.
While drinking warm coffee that instantly penetrates the cold body from the ends of the limbs, I think that winter is even more delicious.When I put cold air in my mouth, which was still fresh and hot, the air warmed at the bottom of my abdomen sighed and flowed out as comfortably as when I just opened the window.
I'm sure winter coffee is delicious to sigh.


As I have experienced it many times, I understand what kind of expression I like in winter.
The outside air brought by people who came back from the outside, or the redness of the tip of the nose.A starry sky that looks like a myriad of holes made with needles, which you notice when you look up as if you were chasing the rising white breath.
But it's an interesting story, and the body makes them all thrill as if they were experiencing it for the first time.
It must be the work of newborn babies.

If all human cells were to be replaced in a few years, my body would have been replaced by nearly one-third since last winter.
Newborn baby cells are impressed by all the smells, winds and sounds they feel for the first time and try to convey that by all means.Sometimes I shake my chest violently, and sometimes I stimulate the back of my nose with tears in my eyes.

And this world is still beautiful, isn't it?He speaks so proudly that it is regrettable.I will tell you again and again.
My cells may be the best understanding of why I live in this world.


Sea (updated 2021.11.11)