Six Sentence Sunday - From Out in the Cold

It is indeed that time again...already!

This week, I give you the opening lines of my work-in-progress, From Out in the Cold:

I hated the walk home from my grief counselor’s office, especially this time of year. It was the second week of December, and the evening was cold the way only a winter evening in Chicago knew how to be cold. That windy, dirty cold that threw grit in your eyes just before it climbed under your clothes and into your lungs. Nights like this, only an idiot would walk anywhere he didn’t have to.
Especially when he didn’t have to walk the fifteen blocks from his counselor’s office to his apartment with the train rumbling down its tracks below his feet and sometimes above his head. I still couldn’t get on that train, though. 

Want to play along? It’s fun and easy!
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday