Hibernation

It would be cold again.
I should have been used to it by now
I'd lived in Michigan for all my life
Maybe it was the summers down south that had thinned my blood
the slush slush that found its way into my steps
Thinsulate-thin and un-insulated
I never liked the cold.
Michigan cold seeps through you
Every time I went outside I imagined myself wrapped in a thick wool blanket,
like a Native chief huddled around a fire...
then the cold would creep in
Cats must feel the same towards water
winter made me anxious
it made me ugly
I was never happy.
Especially when the sun left for good.
It had been two weeks since I had last seen it
We were all fools to worship God when there was the Sun
El Sol
my soul
My saviour from the grey and dreary slush and off-whiteness
I did not see him peering through the window
It would be cold again.