-To shrug the shoulders up around the neck and creep about shivering in the cold.

From Middle English hurkelen, hurklen; akin to Dutch hurken to squat, Middle Low German hurken, Middle High German hūren.

Face into the bitter wind I hurple;
My lips will soon be blue — for now they’re purple
Sleet and snow, they batter at my nose,
And try their best to get inside my clothes.
Walking ‘cross the parking lot is awful
When nature is relentlessly so hostile.
Time has lost all meaning as I trek
Across a space that seems to grow each step.
Winter snow is magical, it’s true,
But magic isn’t always good for you.


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