Welcome to the frozen tundra, where mother nature have not sympathy for the tropical transplants. Sixteen degrees of pure skin numbing wind, slipping and sliding. So cold one can walk on water. My only escape is in my head, letting my imagination run away with me
Ahhh I can feel the warmth. Sometimes letting one’s imagination run a marathon is the best medicine.
Ok, why did you wake me up eh? Why on God’s green earth did you wake me up? Mannn, and I was bursting a good sleep too. Oh no all that smiles and baby talk not going cut it. Its cold outside, do you not see the snow on the ground? You know what that means don’t you? It means that it is sleep in day. Yes, sleep in day. Can you read the wuffing coming out of my mouth? Maybe you should learn to talk dog. You see that blanket next to me, yes that soft warm cuddly looking thing. When you see that covering me up and it is cold outside, that means, DOG SLEEPING. In human language it means DO NOT DISTURB. I was having a good dream too. Beach, sunshine, a really cute pitbull flexing near the surf, golden brown fur glistening in the sunlight. No no no, none of that baby talk going work, I already told you that. Just go to work or whatever you humans do, me I am going to crawl under this comfy blanket and go back to my dream. Go on, and don’t forget to pick up some of that gourmet dog food on your way home from work.
Somewhere, where the show lay heavy on the tree branches. And all animals seek refuge from the chill of early morning. You wake up, your vision still blurry, the remnants of dreams of the night before. You stumbled into your living room, your whole body trembled a little as the cold material of you sleepwear touched your warm skin. You walked over to the smoldering fire place, poked at the embers. Yellow sparks flew into the air. You placed more wood into the fire. They cracked and popped as small flames erupted. You settled down int eh recliner facing the fireplace and waited. Slowly the room began to warm up. Hugging you like grandma when she comes for a visit. You closed your eyes and listened to the wet snow bounced off your roof. Hear the lone wolf howl in the distance. Daydream about the white world outside. Slowly, the white daydream grew darker, as you dose off into sleep.
Some mornings, its great to wake up to the land covered with snow, the sky shining silver gray. Open your window and feel the blast of cold air bounce off your skin. Step outside and feel the snow crunch under your feet. Shovel the snow into a small mountain and climb onto it and pretend you have just conquered Mount Everest. Exhale and watch the mist fade into the sky. Ahh yes, some mornings, a blast of cold air can remind you that you are alive and can enjoy feeling alive.
I am singing with wounded lips
Like life words escape me
I am dancing with injured legs
Moving gracefully without motion
I am crying with ice for tears
Hoping hot emotions will melt it
I am spitting snow across a tropical beach
Waiting for footprints to lead me
I am fighting with my convictions
Whispering lies filled with truth
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Well I work up to snow this morning, so how do I counter that, daydream of a tropical country road, ohhh yes I am there, the sun beating down on me, the cool trade winds easing the swelter, I am sipping a tall glass of passion fruit juice, hypnotized by the cubes of ice clinging against the glass. Oh yes that alleviates the sound of my size eighteen shoes crunching on the snow. True, true me neighbours, this morning I am letting my imagination take me there.
She makes me feel like I am walking on empty space
Like every Nat King Cole love song is about me
Like wearing a winter coat on a tropical island
Dancing in the snow wearing my swim trunks
Climbing Mt Everest to where I can’t breath
Swimming from Grenada to Miami with no safety cage
Running without moving my legs
Singing without uttering lyrics
And when I am at the height of confusion
She kisses me and brings me back to the moment
Lets go for a walk, hear the snow crunch under our feet, watch the mist escape our mouth, sled down the hell screaming with joy, smell the crisp cold air, build a snowman at the peak of the hill, create a seven foot snow angel, follow the footprints of deer, then at the end of the day, sit at the window with a cup of hot chocolate and watch the snow turn to glistening ice.
I want to go where the ocean is emerald green, go far out to where you can’t see the land, lay on my back and watch the clouds float by, listen to the steeldrums play in the distance, feel the warm spray of the ocean tickle my face, feel the sun on my skin, so hot a sudden chill runs through me. if I close my eyes I am there, and now I don’t see the snow.
Still, unmoving, unrelenting to the wind. burn like the sun in the Sahara, sting like the wind in January, Scotching like the steam from a bubbling pot, frigid like a cold shower in the early morning, Strong, frail. Comforting unstable. unbreakable, fragile. Once a home, now an ornament in natures white forest.
A world of Peace 