A serene winter mostly taking for granted.
One day of several cold memories, ‑32 degrees with 120 wind chill factor. Yes rent is lower, yes, not many people around, and yes, many wood burning stoves lit.
Factor in driving and getting stuck, then no heat?
First the heat leaves like somebody left the door open.
The freezing cold enters with waves of frostbite thoughts in 15 minutes. The slightest bit of moving gets bends of chill. Your frostier numest lips caution to speak.
As cold set in so does the will to hope gets lost.
The echos of cold has no contest. The wind is now lifting our truck of the ground.
We knew water is a powerful giant, when chilled to ‑72, or better says stay in. Yes, no work, sun doesn’t matter.
Just warming thoughts and levels of will to continue to exist.
Freezing weather at 120 mile and hour winds, change your opinion to a bigger planet respect to the area we choose to survive. We learn to survive without electricity and water. As indigenous has for thousands of years.
We don’t take it for granted either.
Cold, Dude.
—rone
Flommist Rone is a caring native Californian who chases dreams in many forms. A golden mind, a golden life. Living currently in the now! Copyright © 2018 Rone. Image from.
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