The quiet hush of Winter surrounds my life.
I feel invisible.
I wander around my home, touching things to ground me and assure myself I exist.
I am cold, down to my bones.
In those moments, I desperately long for the warmth of the Sun on my body.
I look out the window into the gray and think of hot sand on my skin.
The sounds of Water and laughter and the taste of summer fruit in the heat.
The Wind blows outside, spinning the tops of snowbanks into the Air and I am sharply aware of the depth of my cold.