Monochrome

Filtering thorough through and through threw to me and into two and three are layers which shield me from the bitter which comes with the cold and happy am I in the wind which batters me and gusts within makes my eyes water and my head spin with morons bitching frozen skin they all are freezing none know why they're wearing shorts and thin sweaters but alas, would die if they were required for just one moment to look at a weather report and plan accordingly the way they dress when it is chilled in the air but I suppose their heads are filled with air and in the joy and gluttony of their incessant whining they have simply ceased to care and are sadly unaware that a first-world problem is the selfie you cannot take because the beautiful glorious sorcerer's wind is trying to free your choking hair