Here in the cold I sit, waiting.
Wanting to hold on a little longer,
to the beauty of a moment in which I feel.
I feel the bite of cold on my toes,
pulling me to reality as my mind slips away.
It is a pain I relish in,
a pain I hold dear to.
"There is beauty in the way of things."*
This is beauty,
a body made so intricately
that temperature can hurt,
that temperment matters.
January is just beginning,
and yet January is almost over.
I hold tight to the newness of life
as best I can,
the calm before the ice melts
and the air springs back to being.
*line from There Beneath by The Oh Hellos, Dear Wormwood 2015
