I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,
that I have been cold.
It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,
a horrifying frigid feeling that I can't escape.
Yet, in this moment, and in moments like it, it becomes bearable.
I'm suddenly enveloped in this promise of warmer days, of a warmer life.
Of a warmer me.
The light travels over the trees and the street, stretching past any hate my heart
could summon. Suddenly I'm warm. I look forward to days like this, when the
coldness edges away.