Minus 50
Cold that feels hot;
the sensation of searing skin
too close to a fire.
Exposed fingers become
castanets;
a flamenco dancer
frozen in frame.
Minus 50,
where pain and pleasure
collide.
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Taibhsearachd means 'second sight' in Gaelic. This blog is a vehicle for me to take a second look at events and people around me, and give second thought to the way I live my life.
Photo credit: Derek Crowe
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1 comment:
This little poem is so good it shocks my senses! I can FEEL it. In my childhood world, school was canceled at -20F. I think you deserve a holiday.
Lucca
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