I feel at ease when I’m bathed in the warm. glow of the sunlight.

All of my worries, stressors, and anxieties seem to thaw out and melt away from my lolled state, no sign of the rigid corpse of late.

Never have I been so pleased to see the imminent death of the winter months, and the thawing birth of spring.

I defrost in the welcoming glow, my winter-struck bones melt back to life. I feel my youth come back to me, the idea of maturity, swiftly rejected, as I reflect on my bittersweet nostalgia of early juvenescence.

Silently longing, once more, for a season of spring without a thought to fret upon, nor that recognisable sign of perturbation to lose sleep on.

I cling tightly onto the cordial sunbeams with sheer, unbridled desperation that this feeling of
fondness for springtide will persist before the impending storm clouds sliver in.

The calm before the storm, before the bitter frost of winter catches up to me, throwing my rigid corpse back into the unthawing cold.

The storms will, in due course, break down my guards and reclaim its constricting grasp on me. It’s likelihood, akin to a boa, suffocating. My chest hurts, my ribs break, and my lungs burst.

I’m stuck in the clouds, unaware of my surroundings, drunk on adrenaline. My heart struck by lightning, my stomach does flips, my hands unsteady.

The rain falling from the clouds in my head rest on my brow. The aftermath of my tempest leave me shaken, defeated and relinquished.

I can’t escape the clouds of storms and the frost of winter, eternally inevitable.

Until then, I will bathe in the warm glow of sunlight, relinquish the feeling of worry lines fading from my skin, and renounce the thundering that nest itself at my temple.

Bathing in the warm glow of the sunlight,

at ease.