by Christopher Walsh
What is cold comfort?
Is one hugged by the cold?
Are we protected by it?
Do we seek it?
Cold finds us:
Cold reaches us and pours on us, tendrilling past our defenses, making our hearts work to cling to warmth.
Enough cold, of course, kills.
There's no love in the cold:
Cold is an invisible shield against it.
Cold simply, quietly, insistently, (eventually, perhaps) icily,
Prods at us. Works to weaken us.
True comfort is a bulwark against that.
True comfort protects, gently.
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