After a long laughter,
wrapped in warmth
and sweetness.
A chilling silence
hugged me —
as a cold, long,
never-ending darkness.
Now, it\'s time to become a climbing vine,
finding our way in this winter-world —
not by nagging,
but by rising.
Like a raft in wild waters,
paddling through currents,
dodging rocks,
rowing toward the next carnival of light.
Is it a hug from the chill,
or a chance in disguise?
— Ray Moonee