Night Swimming

Photo by Mostafa Ashraf Mostafa on Unsplash

Act I

The winter air is crisp and unforgiving in January. Gusts of wind mercilessly bite at exposed fingertips, toes, and the entirety of the bridge of your nose. Winter’s cruelest crime is that it provides no reprieve to those already trapped in the icy tundra of social isolation, and in this unabashed lack of empathy, it is no different from most people you’ll meet on the street.