flip-flop phenomenon

i do not know what month it is. the weather is a sporadic chicanery- i can hear laughter in the warm wind that mocks the january expectation. i am wearing flip flops. i am walking through harvard square and there are chess players at tables surrounded by crowds of people wearing scarves of denial or t-shirts & shorts of embrace. it is like the last days of summer or the first of spring, but this is the supposed dead of winter. and what does that mean? i find myself smiling at the crowds of people gathered outdoors, the alive feeling that the dark of winter is somehow subjected to. i know the cold will shriek in heavy upon us. and i will enjoy the winter chill, the dark days and the reincarnation of hibernation. when it comes.