The temperature of the day
I wake to feel its chill from the previous day
Rise from bed and peer to the morning sky
It is jeering at me behind the glass pane
Heaps of invisible fangs ready to strike out at you
On every traversed hill and wall
It strikes at you with a last ditch attempt to dispatch you
But you continue regardless
Your face numb and featureless
The only warmth you feel is your escaping breath
Moments before it returns to the cold
The cold is a reminder of suffering
But there is hope
For the cold is only a sacrifice for warmer days
And the horizons winds bring a new day
And a step closer to the elusive natural warmth