The cold nose 0
The cold nose
I sit here motionless waiting for my nose to warm up. The heating has just been switched on but has not had time to sufficiently warm the space around my nose to have any effect on its temperature.
I could I suppose rub my nose but that doesn’t seem totally right because actually the rest of me is just as cold as my nose. It would be odd for my nose to be the warmest bit of my body.
It would not be unreasonable for you to wonder why I am sitting here waiting to warm up. Why don’t I at the very least go and get a blanket or a coat or a warm pullover? Not unreasonable at all.
There are some things in life that are mysteries. The meaning of life, how old is the universe and why I am sitting here being cold?
The mystery is compounded because I am unlikely to ever find the answer to the first two questions but the third is one that needn’t even be asked. I am all powerful in that respect.
The cold nose…