Icing Numbers, not Cupcakes

Open the door, the chill races in and through you.



The compounding from the night before.

Icicles linger, you left the phone off the ringer.

In some places, you feel quite sore.

The dashes of ice, hailing from the sky,

you dodge like on a schoolyard from elementary days- anyone with me here?

Yet, you have all the right gear, don't you, dear?

Helmet, check. Staying mindful and focused on the battle.

Nothing will make you rattle.

You have a new look for what lies ahead.

And what is said and you are not in dread.

Knee pads, oh yes!

Secure and fastened as a seat belt.

In place, their allotted space.

 You still feel cold, it's because of the untold.

The depths freeze you from the North, South, East, and West. No place is uncovered, not one "nook, not one "cranny."

You feel as if you have been struck in the fanny!

Though its hold is firm and stark, comes cubed, crushed, shredded, and different sizes, it all melts.

The storm is just that, a storm. It's not the norm. Passes through, and the sky is still blue. But what is high beyond the sky is true. More awaking than any coffee brew. Fuller than any robust stew. Gives every day new dew.

When the sunbeams, the chill drizzles to nothing. The hold lost its grip, you are rejuvenated whole to the core and obviously, you want more.

The light is yours. So when you get back on the field, you wield your shield, and the promise is sealed.

#thaw#spa#oohlala#nofauxpas

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