It’s very cold here.
Winter has settled upon this sleepy town in which I reside. Snow has fallen and ice has wrapped herself around anything and everything within her reach, clutching as if desperate.
I, too, am desperate. Desperate to come in from the cold I was involuntarily tossed out into a short while ago. Desperate to come in and feel the warmth once more.
Every now and then, I get a glimpse of it. This week, I felt a bit of warmth again. It’s not exactly where I want to be just yet, but it was comforting. It was hopeful.
I walked this road alone for so long. I knew there were others out there doing the same thing, but this week...I felt like they were walking alongside me.
Are we able to keep each other warm? It takes a bit of tact and putting aside our pride in order for that to happen, but it is possible. My road in grief has been a steady climb of hope.
Hope that one day I can see these goals I’ve set come to fruition. Hope that one day I can help others do the same. Hope that one day when I leave this world that Lila will carry on that same perspective albeit a more refined one.
My cold desires warmth.
My soul desires shelter.
My skies long to be painted in twilight.
And I will get there one day. One day, I will come in from the cold, feel the warmth, and see that everything is as it should be.
For now, I’m just walking in the snow.