It's cold.

It’s cold.

I look up at the night sky. By now it must be midnight… normally it’d be a dark, empty sky. But here, I find myself in the dark. Looking up, I can see a vast scattering of stars, brightening up the canvas. It’s a pleasant sight. The wind is a breeze that rubs against my skin gently – so slow that it resembles a gentle caress. It calms me.

It’s cold.

Grass around me sways back and forth by that same wind - rustling in tranquility as they move in a rhythm that soothes. Everything here is peaceful. A relaxing flow moves through this place, and I find my eyes closing.

It’s cold.

The stars hide themselves as I shut all light, but the wind and grass become ever louder. I can feel the world around me move with just the right amount of vitality – enough to move, but not to overwhelm. It’s almost enough to bring warmth.

Yet it’s cold.

I look so peaceful amongst it all. Yet I do not move. But not everything needs to. Everything has to stop someday. But for now, it all moves. Except for me.

It’s so cold.

The midnight sky remains above as I open my eyes again. Stars that remain as bright as they were, yet in time, will blink out. But for now, there they remain - bright as ever. My face holds a smile, steeped in sadness - yet hiding an immutable truth. The fact that life once happened here. A story was told. Though it may, in time, be forgotten – I will always have been here. And for now, here I remain. Looking up, frozen in this moment. Just a little longer. Always a little longer.

But the day will come,

when I will leave

the cold.