You have to walk where the wind is. It comes round that corner there and is squeezed between these two pillars of glass and steel. When it comes round that bend and slices through you it's cold, it stings, and it moves through you to somewhere else. I don't know where the wind goes but I know it takes a bit of me with it. Day to day commuting is harsh when your shoes are worn and getting more worn by the step. It can get pretty bad is your scarf isn't wrapped just right and that wind gets inside your coat like it's try to cuddle up and get warm next your skin. Wind burned cheeks are sore even before I open the door in the morning to go out. But it's not as bad as the chapped skin on the front of my thighs. I get that from not having enough layers to my longjohns. Pants are too snug to layer more than twice. The wind steals all the heat and moisture from whatever it touches as it whips around the builds. I try to forget about the cold and the ice when I get to work finally. The building is heated but not enough and drafty so even though I shed my coat I need a pretty thick sweater. Running back and forth on the cat walks is really what tears through my shoes so fast the textured metal seems to wear everything down. I run checking pressure gages from the top and shouting orders for adjusts for the girls below. This is light machine work adjust knobs and watching for breaks on the precision needles. The men working the furnaces I envy this time of year most walk around shirtless and many with cigarettes in their mouths. I'd kill for a fag but there's no smoking here it's too close to the final product. The tapestries we can't even see as the tiny needles fly up and down and back and forth pulling thousands of threads following the patterns they are fed from the cycling metal plates filled with holes. I'm told we're embroidering a landscapes with medieval castles and rolling hills this week. I don't know, I never see the finish product. They're marked for export to somewhere across the sea where they fetch a pretty penny as authenticate Old City productions. But I don't know anything about that I'm just a guage reader with bad shoes.