Eighteen Seconds of Negative Fifteen Degrees Celsius (Five Degrees Fahrenheit)
a poem and a writing prompt!

Cozy within my home, I thought, my only happiness came from warmth.
Yet, fueled by the need to get rid of this trash on trash day, I finally stepped out into the frigid air and found that I, too, love the refreshing feeling of -15C on my face.
Granted, there is a huge caveat: I love it for the exact period of time it takes to take out the trash.
Any more, and I begin to wonder: Why do I live and love a place that is SO COLD in the winter that it hurts my face? Will I ever feel my fingers again? Are those ICICLES in my NOSTRILS???!?!?!?!?!?!?!!
It reminds me that while I may love the warmth that cozy fuzzy socks may give me, sometimes switching it up gives my brain noodle the novelty it needs.
#WritingPrompt: Write about a quirky / annoying / unique bit about the weather for where you live.
Inviting Sam Branstner| Raffaella Ferretti | Pierre Trudel| Colm Clark | Ashlea Morgan | Troy B. Jordan | Jennifer Leth | Ali | Sahil Patel| O.M. Fernandes | if you’re up to it and anyone else interested to smash that writer’s block, join in on this tiny challenge and write a response, wherever it takes you! It can be a tiny poem, a shortform piece or an essay — whatever comes into that brain noodle!
Hi I’m Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and I want to dedicate this poem to Nada, who absolutely loved the way that I called nostril icicles “nostrilcicles” in a previous poem. 📚📚 PS, I published a book of tiny poems!
^ by Jennifer McDougall!






