Gone was winter, and summer’s almost here. But despite the southern warmer weather, the northern cold still remains…
Once again, the slightly greenish haze went down the cascades of the everglades, its humid vapor condenses slowly and its frozen tentacles reaching across the hills and straight right through me.
When it’s warm it can get warm, which I am really fond of. But when it’s cold, it gets really cold, carrying an endless shower of bitter arctic breeze and oftentimes shooting those thunderous kinds of bland sarcasms.
The temperature outside is in its seventies, enough to trickle some drops of sweat. But the coldness within made a teardrop froze in mid-air. And when it finally hit the cheeks it actually ricocheted straight to the carpeted floor, all the while leaving the flesh jagged and torn.
I tried my best not to shiver. Not even the ragged old pillow beside me would do it, so I just hugged myself. At least when I hugged myself, I can hug myself back. I looked at the other side of the coastline, only to see the moist and coldness enveloping that part of the border.
I closed my still-sleepy eyes and tried catching more zzzs but wasn’t lucky enough. I tried unsuccessfully to shrug it off my now-restless mind and perturbed senses. But at that time my view of the world within me had become monochromatic it didn’t make any sense anymore. I felt claustrophobic that I had no choice but to get some fresh albeit warm air somewhere.
I instantly missed my chocolate flavored pipe cigar. If not for that thing that shalt not be named I still should have been making love to it. That familiar aromatic wisps of smoke that fills my nostrils and calms and soothes my flustered nerves.
But I’ve been there done that. I don’t want to go back to my past and restart to where I left off. It just doesn’t work that way.
Gone was winter, but not for good. I still am hoping for its comeback. Despite the sickness and personal setbacks that the cold winter had bequeathed me, I still adore it better than anything else. I don’t know why and I can’t explain how. I just do.
Don’t ask, just listen. Don’t think, just feel. Don’t utter a word, just put your cold arms around me.
At least on winter, the external climate chill could easily mask away the one that’s frozen within.