Cold

Some days it’s all sticky counters, family quarrels and four-letter words.
It’s burned dinners, wasted time and ripples in the water caused by a tossed pebble.
It’s too much TV and not enough sunshine.
Some days there’s a missing piece to the puzzle and the paints are all dry and cracked;
there is no coffee in the house and no one is returning your calls.
Some days the socks don’t match up and the last page of the book is missing.
No fire in the hearth, no warm drink, no good playlist.
The odometer is running and the compass is broken.
It is all slippery slope, running uphill, going in circles, and losing a grip.

“A cold wind was blowing from the north,
and it made the trees rustle like living things.”

George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

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