Unseen Cracks

The winter cold comes in 
through the unseen cracks in the wall. 
I bundle up in sweaters 
and blankets, keep the blinds down,
and listen to the wind 
wailing away all afternoon.
These cold days happen 
unexpectedly, I learn to live
around what I cannot control.
The more I am here, the less 
shocked I become
waking up to a ten degree 
temperature drop.
The heat is on 
but it doesn’t flow 
when the wind blows 
in certain directions.
Part of being
in an old building
by the sea, 
I suppose.