tryin to reach my next goal like
it was cold back then (ii)
When was it exactly that I began to develop a bitter relationship with the cold?
If I remember correctly, not so long ago I wrote that, in the summertime, people become hot-blooded. They become obsessed with adventure, expansion, exploring— the bigger picture.
I wrote that, when it’s cold, even the smallest of happenings have the ability to make you feel all the warmth you need. It was a time of detail, a time of finding joy in the small things, like feeling the icy, tightly clenched hand of a loved one relax as the two of you step into a warm place inside…
to be continued.