I stepped out into the open arms of a fan forced fridge this morning
Icy cheeks
Southerly
Freezing my fingertips until they hurt
I tramp my legs to keep them warm
Heading out into the thin orange glow of sunrise
Winter is here
My 50th one
Aren’t I lucky, so many aren’t
* we know winter is coming and yet when it arrives with icy southerly winds blowing, we are shocked anew at how cold it is. And it isn’t even cold yet – we haven’t hit anything in the minuses – just low single digits.
My dog dosn’t seem to care about the cold and runs down the road happily in front of me, on what surely must be icy toes.
The seasons and the weather have changed for me in the last few years. I’ve realised that each day is precious, that none will come again. And so, no matter what climate or state I awake into – it’s special, perfect, just as it is.
Crikeys it is cold though! I had quite forgotten how from fresh and bracing winter truly is.
Have a lovely special day! Oh and it’s not my birthday or anything, just the winter of my 50th year here earth side. So many people don’t make it to 50, and some that so don’t make it to here with their health intact – I’m deeply grateful that I have.
