“I can take you in warm or I can take you in cold” Din Djarin

The warm light of the candle or a roll in the cold snow

The candle light flickered, softly in the darkening evening, warming, if you dared to touch it with your finger. Carefully so not to disturb the flame burning the small wick, a gentle touch with my finger tip, just to rid of the numbness of the extremity sore and blue, soon enough, turning into a reddish hue. Warmth spreading throughout the frozen body, feeling alive again after the coldness of the wintry distress, never again, thinking of fire any less.

As earlier the foolish endeavour outside to venture, the fresh cool white powdery stuff from the opened up skies fell down, pouring not tricking, but no pain inflicting. Soft and inviting it looked from the comfortable stance of the window sill, alas, when spending time outside, playing like a kid, clothes soaked through from rolling around in the wet and cold snow, soon the voices of cheer got awfully low. Coughing and sneezing, breath, wheezing. Arms, legs, even the fatty butt, starting to get numb. The only option, was stop all the fun, and run inside, or at least crawl, as there was no getting up from the fall.

So, now, remaining inside, while others might go wild, of the changed environment, so fresh and crispy and inviting. But, knowing better than to dare again, venture out here, where freezing is the possibility, no, the inevitability, rather staying here, by the hypnotising warm and soothing fire without dire.