Chilly

It's chilly
Not cold or frigid
But a little cooler than cool

It might be crisp
I'm really not sure of the difference
All I know is that I like it
It makes me feel awake
And alive
I feel all the parts of my body
And my lungs feel the best
They feel full & clean
Even though I know they're not

It's the perfect temperature
To wear slippers & a jacket outside
You know,
Those fuzzy slippers
And a winter coat
But with a t-shirt underneath

My hands, half in the jacket sleaves
Are the perfect temperature
Cold enough to where I can feel the pen
Solid
But warm enough to where
They're not shaking with cold

Chilly
I could live my life in this weather
And never wish
For anything else