Cold, Inside Out

Frozen heart (Photo credit: net_efekt)

Cold and I have a love/hate relationship.  I shouldn’t even give it a second thought, really; I’m a transplanted Northerner, so I grew up in its presence, and I can only ever remember one time in my younger days when I took any notice of it.  But I remember the struggle I had with it that night, fighting it, enduring it, calling on my mental reserves to keep me going.  Don’t get me wrong, I was only waiting for a ride, not lost in the wilderness, and I was even able to stand indoors.  But the freeze took hold of me and wouldn’t be driven out.  Cold didn’t notice, perhaps out of spite, that it belonged to the outside of our modern world, and wasn’t welcome indoors.  Instead, it decided to make itself at home and stay awhile, in the form of the person standing next to me.