Just a short creative writing exercise I was doing. Kinda liked it so I thought I’d share–
As the stinging chill of winter sets into our bones, it has us all wishing for something other than the bitterness that will greet our feet from under the cracks of the front door. We surround ourselves in our partners, feeding off their warmth. Their bodies– a soft, snug blanket. We shelter ourselves beneath them, as if they were the sand we would bury ourselves in at the shore.
Oh, what a vacation! Oh, what peaceful sensations! Oh, how sweet love can be a sanctuary of fresh palms! We swim in their leafy shadows until we are ready to creep out and have the sun illuminate our lifeless skin again.
Silly sun. Silly love. Silly hot things, igniting us with your silly flames. Things set ablaze only burn, but at least we will be warm.