Being cold is the worst, regardless of how warm you keep your mind allows the breeze freeze your happy thoughts
She never liked the cold, the rain, the very odd summer days
The dark shades of the sun, its inability to shake living being’s growth spurts
The cold is the worse, a reminder of the fragility of one’s body yet alone mind
She always finds herself frozen in the midst of her thoughts,
The constant worry and questioning even in perfectly sound situations
Cold is not always the best time
Browsing though her repertoire, yearning for that connection that touch
Something she knows lies out there, able, determined and understanding
The cold is…
