I know they are there, well hidden, but making sure I am aware of their presence, just in case I was about to forget. This is tyranny, being on an apparent lose leach, but one that can be shortened at no notice: suddenly the pain, the endless despair.
I see a glimmer of blue in the sky. No frost last night. There is hope in the air.
How long will it take? I know they are expert at rearguard actions too. Signs of withdrawal can be deceptive! Like this weather, it can move swiftly back to ice and doom.
Marking time, observing, solace in sleep.
Spring will come.
Image: Max Clarenbach
Well written and poignant.
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