Furry Lungs

Even though it is snowing, the branches of the red maples have fine dangling threads and the ornamental pear trees, which burst with white blossoms in early spring, are now loaded with gray buds. My lungs feel like they are lined with circa-1960 lime-green-and-orange shag carpet, like what my best friend from first grade had in her finished basement with the fake gas fireplace. Today I am distracted by my furry lungs. I feel like I am not well acclimated to this planet, maybe I'm a visitor from Mars, or the deep sea. Drinking hot tea is soothing.