The Heat

The heat is a welcome change to the cold that has been seeping through my veins. I am undergoing a transformation of blue to red. Or at least a vigorous pink. It tingles as it melts the icicles that have crystallized in places I never thought I would feel again. It’s warm. I’ve forgotten how warm it can be. And with it comes movement and suppleness. I can bend without fear of cracking. I can breathe and it feels like the hearth, on which I have been trying to thaw my soul for the last century. Thank you, thank you.