Calculating Windchill
A Poem Considering Inexpert Correction
The line between the kiss of my enemy
and the wound of my friend
is oft times indistinguishable
as I sit here and ponder
the frigid blast that strips away
the comfort I sacrificed to maintain.
Is it malicious; designed to inflict
a most effectually disabling pain?
I know it's not that cold
but that's what it feels like.
Author's Note:
Tact is lacking in nearly everyone. The ability, as a friend, to perform verbal surgery on one another with expert steady words is nearly unheard of. The connection between windchill and an inexpert verbal thrashing is that we know they mean well, but it was still bloody cold.
Written Cir. 2018
Original Note: Sitting here in 2018 in the middle of Northern Ireland surviving the Beast from the North internalising a question I had answered about how windchill is calculated.
About the Creator
Daniel L. Bacon
Any literature worth reading is first misunderstood and then unveiled to the true seekers of wisdom who reflect on deeper thoughts. Therefore, those who are wise withhold judgement to re-read these great works with their hearts and souls.
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