I realized, as the world before me was bathed in yellow and orange sunlight,

that I have been cold.

It is warm and homey and yet, I am cold. In my bones there's a sickening chill,

a horrifying frigid feeling that I can't escape.

Yet, in this moment, and in moments like it, it becomes bearable.

I'm suddenly enveloped in this promise of warmer days, of a warmer life.

Of a warmer me.

The light travels over the trees and the street, stretching past any hate my heart

could summon. Suddenly I'm warm. I look forward to days like this, when the

coldness edges away.