COLD BEGETS WARMTH – John Ganshaw

Dark and cold when I awake, blankets and quilts pulled up tight, only my head is left uncovered.  Wishing to stay in bed, why?  to fall asleep and have the dreams visit again?  No chance of that, better to brave the cold of the room, get dressed and head down to the kitchen, pouring your first cup of what will be multiple cups of coffee. The black miracle liquid warms you, and unfreezes your heart, enabling you to think of the day ahead.  A day that will be like all other days, watching mindless shows on TV, question the past and all that happened.  Sit and stare out the window and little by little it gets brighter. This is a sign of your life,  little by little it will get more optimistic.  Time moves so slowly when you want it to go fast, waiting for the sun to begin to rise, pull on a pair of boots, run down the steps, and out the door to snap a photo of the rising sun on the horizon.  The sun, casting a ray of warmth on the fresh glistening snow, so cold but yet so warm, a resemblance of life. Turn and take a selfie to share with friends, proof that you are still alive.  They are happy to see a smile yet comment on how the sparkle in your eyes has yet to return.  I see it myself when I look in the mirror, the eyes are yet void, and life has yet to return.  There is a difference from months ago, it was hard to imagine what a year of pain and hurt could cause.  It’s almost another month gone by, in a couple more months, the snow will begin to melt, the days will get longer,the sun will shine earlier, and the warmth will begin to embrace all in its path.  Perhaps the sun will embrace you too, help to thaw the frozen heart, bring life back into your bones, and enable that sparkle to be seen again.