He tugs his hat farther over his ears. Battery-operated boot-warming liners barely keep his toes from freezing. His arms, squeezed into over-stuffed sleeves stick out from his body like he’s ready to be hung on a cross.
The crosswalk light turns red.
Jeff shivers convulsively.
Then SLAP ! A pigeon, frozen to death mid-flight lands at his feet.
Jeff turns back to his apartment building.
Going out to get milk for his coffee is just not worth it.