Three Degrees

When it's three degrees on a Thursday morning
The world is quiet and still.
At 8:30 in the morning on a college campus
The rare, unfortunate few
Trudge to class, feet shod in warm boots,
Faces masked by scarves
And fogged over glasses.
They know their paths unseen.
Walk by faith, not sight
Until you reach the promised warmth
Of an academic building.