Face It.

Closing the door on my way out.
Locking it, also, as the crisp winter air hits my face.

The rubber soles of my shoes strike the ground
as I make my way toward town.

Wrapped toastily in a jacket, donning gloves,
hiding my hands in my pockets.

Ears covered by a knitted  hat.
Neck wrapped in a protective scarf.

Looking both ways before crossing the street.
Looking up from the book I happen to be reading.

Stopping for a cup of coffee,
adding cream and sugar to taste.

Checking my watch as I step into the building.
I remove my outerwear.

"It's 9:30 AM,"
I read aloud.

A 5-mile walk?
Good.