Thoughts for a Cold Morning

     How interesting it is, a morning with sunshine contradicting the chill in the air. As if looking up and seeing the warmth somehow warms our own cold bones. While we may be fortunate enough to feel it on our faces, we would have to close our eyes. The warmth shines too bright to stare, leaving us to only feel. The cold though, you can see the cold. You see its vicious bite in the wind, its power knocking at the trees, its chill down your spine, all while staring it in its face. The cold does not waiver, the cold does not break. The cold is timeless, our ancestors felt the same winds which penetrate our jackets. They faced the howling winter seasons which came before us, drudging along until spring. 

    How similar it is to the sun on a dark night, thinking of spring in the dead of winter. A light we can see in our minds but not quite reach. We are forced yet again to wait out the darkness, the cold, for a promise of warmth and light. Similarly to the frost, the darkness holds a sense of ambivalence with it. While the dark emits a feeling of profound loneliness, it provides those in it with protection in its concealment. Though it is difficult to recognize any of this when it is you who is in the dark.

    How engulfing it feels to have the wind whipping at your skin on those winter days. As if there is no escaping it, though you are only a few steps from your car. The vehicle which will bring you to the warmth of your home. On those cold mornings and the dark nights we all need to remember to get to our car, the thing that will return us to our place of warmth and safety. Everyone has something, it may not be a car at all, but it something which delivers us to a better place than the one we are in. With winter upon us now, may we all find our warmth. 

Kyle