There is nothing like someone coming to bed who feel like they were frozen into a Popsicle. That moment when they touch you and you mind explodes and you are too shocked to scream and your body goes rigid and your mind becomes frantic thinking you may have gone to Hell but rational thought tells this must not be true because it is cold, while you gasp for a breath.
In fractions of a moment it becomes quite clear that you will have to jump up because suddenly you have an urge to pee, yet you know, to quote a winter holiday verse “baby it is cold out there” and you still linger until you cannot hold it anymore. The journey is quick because you are anxious to get back under the covers where you believe it must be warmer under there and you are fully aware that spring and summer are no longer here.
Art is my hobby, along with writing and together they piece together fragments in my life. You know those moments temporarily lost while you are busy helping to fulfill others life. Those moments, not sacrificed, but sitting back in the shadows of your mind where you can pull them out and ponder on them while listening to music, writing, or working on one or more mediums of art. There are no bad seasons of the year, only different seasons of the year. Each are filled with amazing things, if only a person take a moment to look and recall all of the senses that come into play.
Throughout our lives we will see an abundance of the new growing along side the old, and this is the way it has always been. Their is beauty in this embrace with both the old and new. As grandparents or parents we see ourselves in our children and our children’s children elements of ourselves and we delight in these reflections of old in the new. It is the embrace of these things that we recognize that we do not disappear, but in the elements of things we still exist in fragments brought together again.
Life In General 