Red Winged Black Bird on a fence post in a field.

Cold Loves the Bones


Category: prose

Cold loves the bones.

It wants to be on the inside.

It seeks your joints to freeze you into immobility. That?s when winter pounces.

You see, the cold is winter?s venom. The winter will kill you; it will kill everything. It will poison everything into paralysis and then slowly kill.

There are only two defenses. You must either hide indoors out of reach of the winter or you must dress so thick that the venom cannot penetrate. Do not rely on dressing so; the winter is persistent. It will find a way through with its poison.

Hide, always hide indoors. Bide your time. Soon the spring will migrate north and the winter will flee.

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