The cold rainy winter has started. I hate it, I know is part of life of nature of the need for water and all of the arguments logical or not but I hate it, I hate to feel cold to be cold to curve my back in protection to mind my neck lest I slip on the wet floor, to feel awful when you leave a cozy bed to fight for life. But what if I had a chimney at home and a home made up of logs and timber, so romantic, I’d love to stay in by the fire……..life is always good when you have everything and so bad when you suffer the loss and the needs…….the cruel winter, he doesn’t care about your wellbeing the cruel winter who goes on and on no matter what it’s cruel cold and cruel wind and cruel rain that gets on your bones to stay and it never leaves till he’s over only to gain yet more force and fearless for next winter on earth, on us on our bones and life. Winter is good for the man on the caves when they could stay in, only look for provisions or not, a wild life in nature a life to nature, but now we have it all, but to a price we sometimes cannot pay.
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