Winter Warmth

Friday, October 17, 2008
Approximately 8:00pm
Outside Patio/Books-a-million Cafe
Lunch Break

The brisk air nips at the end of my nose and the tips of my ears. I sit here writing, slowly sipping my hot apple cider with a hint of lemon and orange (thanks Kat ;)). My pen softly scratches the paper, trekking its way across the white terrain as I feel the warmth run through my veins. Ah, I laugh to myself, its a eerie feeling; warm on the inside, cold on the out. I wonder, how many people are like this? The scowls and aloofness; shields to guard against heartbreak. Masks' for breathing, feeling, emotions; trapped away inside.

Are you willing to brave the cold, in order to reach that which is warm?