It's A Cold Night

Something about the coldness of a winter night that leaves me with a sense of loneliness - a sense of being far off from a home I no longer even know. It's a feeling that tells me that I will not be able to tolerate the wind and cold for long - and further still I will not be long for the world at large. Not in an immediate sense - no feeling of harm - yet a deep knowing that nights such as this are numbered. A cold breeze is an awakening. It's the warmth that often leads towards the comfort of a dream. The night sends icy fingers to caress my soul. I am awake now  - and seek not comfort but more of the unknown. With hours left until morning - perhaps this loneliness will lead me home.

Peace,
Eric